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The Twelve-Step Program

Good morning, people. It may be a rainy Friday, but it's Friday - my favorite. I've lived another week of life, in all its bizarre goodness. I'm not sure if it was more bizarre or more good - either way, it was interesting and entertaining (at least to me).

Tonight, I get to go celebrate my sister's birthday with her and some friends. I'm a couple of days late, but Happy Birthday, Rachel! We're going out for Mexican food (it is Cinco de Mayo, after all). Margaritas may or may not be consumed.

On to the aforementioned twelve-step program: I went out with my friend, who we'll call Triathlon Girl, earlier this week. Several things about this: first, Triathlon Girl might come to Boot Camp with me, which would be fantastic because Triathlon Girl is more than a terribly, terribly clever pseudonym: she's an actual triathlete who could potentially motivate me as much as any drill sergeant could ever hope to. That could be good...or it might kill me - too soon to tell. Secondly, she's just fun to go out with. I just wanted to make sure that was clear. Fifth and lastly, she thinks I should be more forthcoming about my personal life. She suggested that I participate in a twelve-step program to divulge more top-secret information about myself. Since I always do what she tells me (well, not always), twelve blog-posts from now, you will know me better, which is, I'm sure, your dream come true. Hang on to your hats.