Spring needs to be sprung.

It's absolutely maddening being in the city right n0w, because it's as if we're teetering on the edge of spring and yet it's not quite ready to do a spring clean up (because we know the snow is going to come again). But the cigarette butts! Oh my god. They're everywhere, especially outside the subway stations, which is one of the last places you can actually smoke with some sort of shelter around you. Is there a by-law about how far away you have to be from the door? I don't think there is for the subway. It's gross regardless, so why would there be.

Ciaran and I joined a gym....finally. An independent place near our house was offering 2 for 1 memberships (mine would be the free one, of course, since I found the deal).

We had a fit test by a man that showed me pictures of his chihuahua Diego on his cell phone while I sweated my balls off on a stationary bike. Do they still call them stationary bikes? Or are they called something much cooler now? I dunno. I still sometimes say, "I'm going to the hair dresser" instead of "I'm going to my stylist". I'm old fashioned that way (read: "old that way").

In other news...my friend Chris had us over for pierogies on Sunday (which were delicious and counter productive to just joining a gym). His roommate was there too, a lovely lady named Monica who works as a social worker with the homeless. She had crazy stories. The worst was one about a guy that the cops can't find who keeps drugging prostitutes, cutting the bottoms of their feet and then masturbating in their foot blood. Which (of course) CREEPED me out, but even more so made me realize that the CSIs and NCIS or any of those crazy gorey TV shows are not far fetched in terms of the crimes the writers come up with...but that the high tech gadgets they have on those shows to solve the crimes, e.g. a massive fingerprint database that lists everyone in the world, is the part that's far fetched.

Good to know. Can't un-know that one.

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