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I am going to finally go down to the fitness center and work out. It has been well over a month since I have done anything resembling a crunch.

I want to buy rollerblades. Isn't that so southern Florida like? I think rollerblades would be good for working my legs and rear end. I have yet to see a lady with a big ass rollerblading down my street. So it must be good for that, right?

Later tonight I am going to dig deep into the big pile of unfinished writing projects and pull out something to work on while I have a glass or two of Tollo Trebbiano D'Abruzzo. So there should be something new to read added to the already existing nonsense.

I hope the wine will make me sleep. I have the strangest nightmares every night. Terry thinks that I should write about my dreams. They are pretty messed up. People would definately think I am a freak, not that they don't already.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 09, 2001 at 07:59 PM