Tonight I went to the gime (gym) with Hugh and Thisby, two of my co-workers. It was odd. I have not once in my twenty and a half years, ever actually worked out in any way, and I'm really tired now. I felt like crap while at the gime, due to my flabby white body and complete lack of muscle tone. It would be quite hard to be more out of shape than I am.

The boys freak me out, a bit, though, since they're obviously completely motivated by a desire to look good to girls. I know I'm definitely in a minority in saying this, but I find really muscular guys to be a huge turn off. If I can see your veins bulging, it makes me want to vomit. A lot. I think it's because I tend to be attracted to the indie rock manboy type, and they are seldom 'ripped' like underwear models. I mean, some definition or tone is nice, definitely, but bulging muscles? yuck.

Work was largely useless today as we did our WHMIS training (which I know is important for us to be aware of, but after your third time it gets redundant). I have the all day tour tomorrow (tour in the morning, activities in the afternoon) with Hugh and Thisby, so I don't even get to do the fun stuff with everyone else.

I think I inadvertently insulted Trevor yesterday, and I feel quite bad about that. I jokingly referred to him as a former staff member (one often noted for his complete tool-ishness) and it seems that he took offense to that. I certainly meant no harm, and indeed, didn't not even mean the insult. I was simply shooting off my mouth without thinking about it--something I've been doing all too often lately, which makes me genuinely sad. Why have I become everything I hate?

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