1st day at the gym - sleepless

I'm tired this morning. Every time Silke goes to the bathroom (which is beside our bedroom) she slams the door. She has a bladder infection; I have sleepless nights.

A friend of Kevin's is staying with us for five days. His name is Derrick, and although he's from outside Ottawa he is living right now in Toronto with his boyfriend David. Derrick has been travelling through Europe and we are his last stop before going home. We'll take him to the second-hand CD stores, we'll take him to museums - we'll take him to a play, perhaps. The Tricycle Theatre, which is near my home, is showing a Harold Pinter play.

12.30 PM, today, I'm going to my induction at the gym. They have to show me the machines, eventhough I've been a member of thousands of gyms and know the drill by heart. I hate standing around while a gym instructor shows you how to breath in/breath out while lifting weights. This gym seems to be a relax place though, which will be nice. The last one I was a member of, in Brazil, was full of snobs.

25 minutes on the treadmill

White men can't jump, but they sure can show their white asses in the locker room.

doing the booooo

Damn you dawnage!!