I usually work out every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but today I think I'll skip the sweating. I didn't get enough sleep last night -- I got up amazingly early, around 7 AM -- and the guy I usually work out with, Dag, had a birthday dinner to go to (his own, surprisingly enough; you'd think he'd be able to skip that). Besides, I'm wiped out. I'm not feeling particularly energetic. I know that when you don't feel like working out, that's usually when you need to work out, but right now I just want to go home, fix myself a sandwich, and watch the latest episode of Smallville. Yes, I am an alarmingly dull person.

Smallville, by the way, is developing into a very cool show. Last week's episode gave us a tantalising glimpse of Lex Luthor's future (taken from the current comic-book continuity) -- quite chilling. It takes itself a little too seriously at times, and the "problems" faced by its frighteningly attractive cast may seem a bit trivial at times, at least compared to what's going on with Buffy and Angel. Still...good fun. And it'll probably get even better with time. TV-shows often do, unless they're called Babylon 5. Or The Simpsons.  ¶ 18:58