Day 2, back to work. I’m trying be normal again. I’ve been walking around in kind of a funk since my Dad passed away. Still in it. The weird part is that I’m a total rock. No idea why, I just am. Everyone keeps telling me to let it out, but I’m not holding anything back. Strange.

I hit the gym this morning for the first time in a week. Johnny underwear was there again today. This is a guy who likes to walk around the locker room in his drawers, for what seems to be an uncomfortable amount of time. He’s also the guy that refuses to dry off in the shower stall, and comes out into the common area to do that. Seriously, get in, shower up, and get the fuck out. There is no reason to hang out in the locker room. I feel weird if it takes me too long to do my hair, yet this fucking guy loves it in there.

Whatever, it seemed like a short workout today, which is okay since I haven’t done anything but eat garbage for a week.