i'm a wheel.

i'm really getting sick of this project i'm working on at work. you know, it wouldn't be so bad if something worked just once.

we attempted to clip oliver's nails last night...and succeeded in cuttng one too low and having him bleed everywhere. poor guy had to sit outside for over an hour while he bled out. finally robin fashioned a bandage with gauze, a sock and a rubberband. he mostly left it alone (although attaching a sock to that dog is about the worst type of torture you could do).

i worked late again last night and was only able to muster 20 minutes on the trainer and some core exercises with the swiss ball/medicine ball/dumbells. i guess i shoveled too but what does that count for? i'm a slacker but it's january. hopefully tonight i'll get out for a 10 mile run. but i'm sure to be here late again so who knows?

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