But honestly, it feels as though I have gone from work to somewhere else, and I get home around 10 or so. For example, I was working the Monday night Game Monday. On Tuesday I went to the Timberwolves Game. Last/Wednesday night I watched the prequel to The Hunger Games (and I gotta tell you, I have been impressed with the installments of this series that I've seen, and I really, really like The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes). I have gone somewhere, and that somewhere wasn't home to cocoon.
Now, do I have to go to these places? Well, no. Like I don't have to go exercise tonight/Thursday night. But I have my physical tomorrow/Friday, and I am under the delusion that blasting out some exercise the night before (after not working out for well over a week) will significantly improve my health. But that means that I can't veg out at home, so that's another night out on the town. I will look forward to Friday, where I can plop my butt down and watch the intriguing Pac-12 Football Championship ... well, after I go out and grab some food to eat, I guess.
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