I’ll close with this. I am still alive.
I go to the gym after work. This means I have to carry a bunch of stuff, all the time. Luckily for you, I’ve learned how to efficiently pack all of my stuff and still be hands-free. You’re welcome. Here are some tips for being prepared for the gym without carrying five bags:
A compact Thor
Blah blah blah physics.
Be ready for the intense, stabbing pain at any moment.
And when I get lazy, I watch TV instead of write. Writing is hard, and takes a lot of brain power. I need to save my energy to do it.
Granted, I was forced to go, but it was pretty good.
The title is that because my life is so awkwardly funny that it borders on sad. Let me explain.
Officially the poorest.
It’s *picture of French fries* Day socks