Since the L train is being so shitty, I had to rely on the M all weekend. You know, I have to say, the M may possibly be the most aggravatingly slow train in New York City. It crawls along at a slug’s pace. That said, if you’re not in a rush, it offers some amazing views. Above-ground trains have such a romantic feel to them. Not in a sexual way, but in a way that you feel like you’re in a classic movie. Ignore the perverted old guy in the corner one-seater, and the TRINA GIVES GOOD HEAD etchings carved into the car’s walls, and you can just gaze down at the centuries-old buildings, lulled into a trance by the slow chug-chug, chug-chug. It’s a really nice experience.

But, really, who’s not running late for work when on the train? It’s a moot point, I suppose.

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Anyone have a good gym to recommend? I had a three-year commitment to Crunch, one I regretted about six months in when I realized there was no way I needed to spend that much on a gym membership, period. Luckily, I lost my debit card two months ago and had it changed, and I haven’t been billed since. My boss goes to NYSC, and I might join so we can be gym partners after I leave the store.

I just really need to get active, to feel healthy and alive. I think my sluggish nature has transposed itself into almost all facets of my life, save work. My room, as many times I say I’m going to clean it, stays dirty. I keep saying I’m going to go to the gym, and then I find an excuse not to make it there. I think this is the sign I need to start back. Last winter was when I got lazy, stopped exercising, and never recovered from it fully. I need a reverse effect now. And if I get active, maybe I’ll be more motivated to actually do something with my days.

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Oprah’s 20 Anniversary Collection. A six-DVD retrospective. Want to make my Christmas fag-filled and fun? That’s what I want. I do, hint hint, have an Amazon Wish List.