Last night: Get home from shore, stay awake until 2am.
Tonight: poker finals. Drink until 1am, hopefully win $400+.
Tomorrow night: Softball game. Drink till midnight.
Wednesday: Softball game, then deal poker until 1am.
Thursday: Settle on new house, start moving shit into new house.
Friday: Move more shit into new house.
Saturday: Move everything into new house.
As you may notice, there is no booty in there. Also, I didn’t list the fact that every free moment will be spent boxing the rest of the shit lying around the house. So, my question is, Do I really feel like going to the gym right now?