The Master Cleanser: Day 7
Weight: 158.0 (-13.1)
Pissed Pensive Peaceful
Wanna hear something gross? Well, that is half the reason you're here, right?
Okay, The Master Cleanser's diabolical discharge doesn't only come from the bottom floor.
For the first week I've been blow-blow-blow-blowing my nose. So much so that I finally decided to forgo using a million Kleenexes and just carry around one of our big, generic white towels (stolen, er, "borrowed" from Lifetime Fitness) usually reserved for car washing, dog accidents, etc.
So yesterday the towel makes it through the washer, dryer and, lo and behold, whatever came out of my nose stained it. Permanently. You'd think I sniffed mustard-colored paint all my life and was just now getting around to clearing my pipes.
In other news, the weekends ain't easy.
It's when you normally, ya know, socialize. And that invariably revolves around eating and drinking. But instead of breaking every New Year's resolution - getting stuffed, getting looped, and doing a body shot of Patron off my wife's lower back - I spent this weekend at the gym, at the kitchen counter and in the bathroom.
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