Here's a camphone picture of me yesterday, being made by my co-workers to get off my fat ass and go to the gym.  I've been bringing in my gym clothes the past couple of days.  Have I been actually working out?  Of course not.  I usually find classy excuses, such as "oh, there's a code freeze soon" or "URLs is going to close" or "if you make me go to the gym, I'm going to f**king kill myself."

I ended up getting co-erced to go to the gym by JP, he who is, like, 95 pounds, yet runs for five hours a day, he who skipped the Year End Party to prepare for a friggin marathon.  Not that I'm bitter.