Where I will also be receiving my mail.
Randy's back on Atkins again. Which means no bread in the house, no sugar, no alcohol, nothing fun. I can't do Atkins because it renders me completely mute but, in the spirit of teamwork and like-minded goals and not letting Randy get even the slightest edge up, I
will be driving to the gym tonight where I will enter, find a treadmill, and run on top of it for a concentrated period of time. I will be doing this loudly with a maximum amount of breathing and tripping, and also I will have
these on my head which I expect to throw my balance off considerably. If you're going to be in the neighborhood between 6:47 and 6:54 I suggest you stop by, should be quite a show.
Or you can wait until 6:58 and just meet me at the bar. Think about bringing some ice cream with you, or maybe some croutons.
