Scott has been gone all week. He's in New Orleans to be the Best Man in his friend's wedding. Not only does this mean that I can shower with the bathroom door open and walk around in my underwear, but I can also turn up the music when I'm working out in the morning.
As sweat is running down my face because of my repitition of arm curls, crunches, squats, lunges, and push-ups against the wall in my living room, I'm listening to Bryce's Birthday Mix Volume III (Friday), Santogold (Saturday), The National (Sunday), and Radiohead (Monday).
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