Who'd have known.

Apparently having enough muscular pain not to be able to walk normally doesn't put you in a very good mood to write.

All I want to do at the moment is lie down and whine about how much it hurts.

Maybe I should do an update onto why starting the gym after months of absence sucks balls, or why gyms suck in general (I'm looking at you, people showing their asses to everyone while you moan on leg-building machines).

Or the overpriced drinks at the entrance, none of which you should consume due to being very caloric (they're just a few steps short of selling coke there), all of which look like the most precious of elixirs after you've ran on a treadmill for 40 minutes.

They're also priced as if they're truly precious elixirs, $10 for a tiny bottle of juice.

I could go on, and I probably will tomorrow (Editor's note : Haha you won't) because honestly the past days I've been very, very in the mood for ranting about how much those places suck, no detail shall be spared.

I was mistaken about trying to bring themed updates, I should go with the flow, it's easier, those paragraphs just wrote themselves.

I'm hoping those mini-updates are something you like though, I mean it's not like anybody reads this, pretty sure 90% of my page views are from the google and yahoo bots, and I doubt it is because they find me hysterical.

Though who knows, maybe they're slowly gaining sentience and will probably base their humorous AI on this blog, once the robot uprising is here anyone whose sense of humor doesn't correspond with the sheer lameness of this blog shall be eaten or made into batteries for the great mechanic overlords.

The future does look very bleak now, does it?