Hm. So some shit went down.
I think the last time I did a routine was Day 4 in Nashville. The past couple days I’ve been waking up at the crack of dawn (alright, 7:30 isn’t the crack of dawn but if you’re a punk rocker it is) and going to various repair shops, hemorrhaging money as I pay mechanics to tell me shit I already know. The transmission is leaking like I told you it was? Oh cool, here’s $150. I said “thank you” too. I put some attitude on it though.
Regardless though, I just started back up again like 20 minutes ago in our friend Marko’s apartment (he was in this band called Great Friend of Mine that I push every chance I get). 6 sets of 30 second pushups, crunches, leg lifts, suitcases, wall sits. It was rough.
I’m going to go eat now. I’m hungry.