So, I didn't go to the gym tonight.  In the world outside of my own little world, of which I am the Alpha and the Omega, the tragedy of this event is completely moot.  However, that world bores me and, therefore, I shall now spend a few moments ruminating on the disappointment I now harbor. 

Growing up, I was never one to be mistaken for the athletic sort.  No, I was more of the “down a 2-liter of Coke and eat a box of Little Debbie cakes while playing Nintendo” sort.  There are, of course, variations to that formula (A 12- pack Dr. Pepper and a Costco box of Snickers while playing Playstation, etc.), but I’m sure you get the point.  By the time I realized that there was a problem, I had reached 320 lbs.

Eight years later, however, I am that annoying person who not only goes to the gym religiously, but also makes sure to advertise that fact.  Yes, I am *that* guy… the one who carries an emergency gym bag in the back seat of his car and wears uncomfortably tight t-shirts to show off.

Admittedly, I’ve still got a long way to go.  I’ll probably never be the Adonis that I sell myself as, but it is something to strive for at the very least.  Missing one night out of my regimen may not seem like much, but it makes me feel as though I’ve let myself down in some small way.  The fact is, I do this for myself, not for those around me (not for acceptance or admiration, etc)

People do seem to accept, admire, and/or value me more today than they did eight years ago, though.  It is why I am rather self-absorbed actually, because deep down, I am that same geek who dresses up like a pirate and swordfights and spends two Saturday nights a month pretending to be a Vampire – and when the ‘normal’ people of the world at large find out about these hobbies of mine (or the fact that there is, actually, a brain in my head), any value they’ve assigned to my outward appearance goes right out the window.

Well, either all that, or I’m a shallow, self-absorbed pank who needs to get over himself.

PS – For any of you wondering why I never made it to the gym, it is because I sat down for a little while and passed out, out of sheer exhaustion.  Damn it, I am too pretty to have to wake up at 5:30am for work.  ;)

So... this is where it begins.

Well, not really... I have another blog; a longer, much more magnificent blog.  Not only does this other blog have almost two years worth of my inane ramblings, it features a very classy black and white photo of yours truly, posing artisticly infront of a clock.  Excited?  Yet, I shall not provide the link, because this, this is a new begining.

You will be able to read my inane ramblings about my (mis)adventures with Historic Entertainment here.  So, stay tuned, and satisfy your voyeristic intentions, you cheeky monkeys.