[Useless]

My wife, who is now down to 115 pounds (for those keeping track), is working from home today. What that means to you, or even to me, I don't know. Her health kick has made her purchase vitamin packs for me. The pills are HUGE and my urine is now a lovely chemical spill yellow. Honestly, if you discovered a puddle of my piss in a public park, you'd call the EPA. She says I need to drink more water, so I assured her that I'd drink more coffee.

We're also signed up to the new gym which moved in a few blocks away. So now I'm forced to lift heavy things and run on a treadmill and sweat - a lot. It's not that I mind the idea of looking better, but I really hope that this doesn't improve my overall health. I've never been a big fan of longevity and have no intention of living forever, or even half of forever. What a horrific fate: being married to a beautiful woman who loves me and wants to spend the rest of her life with me, knowing full well that I'm mentally unstable, morally corrupt, and just plain lazy. Woe is me.