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Getting myself to blog these days is harder than pulling teeth. Part of the problem is work. Since I only ever blog at my job, taking advantage of that high-speed access, when it gets busy I stop writing. Truth is, it's not THAT busy but I'm so goddamn tired all the time, even when I have a free moment the last thing I want to do is blab. And why am I tired anyway? Go to bed at midnight, I should be able to get my ass up by 7:30 without feeling rough. Right? This morning I dragged myself up and to the gym but jesus it was difficult. Melle Mel tells me that we're running Bay to Breakers next year so I best whip myself into shape. The last 2 months I've been sitting on my ass, turning to fat. Rode the stationary bike for 20 minutes this morning before having coffee, almost fell asleep in mid-pedal. Now I'm at my desk, pounding down the caffeine. Tonight, hopefully, Capgas will convene and we'll play some poker. Fleecing my friends always seems to relax me.