Where's the standard? (and other random shit)

Normally, I go to the LVAC on Rainbow. This past week I went to the LVAC Central location. The Northwest location (on Rainbow) has all new equipment whereas the Central location has old equipment from around 1995.

I went to the same exact machine at the old location as I did at the new location. The only difference? The year it was made, or so I thought.

I put it on Level 7 and set the time for 60 minutes. Normally that would be 700 or so calories and 200(ish) flights of stairs which equals about 4 miles. Not on this older, crazy ass, machine. This machine had other ideas. Level 7 for 60 minutes meant I burned 900 calories and went up 240 flights of stairs which ended up being 5 miles.

Just so everyone knows, my body gives out at 4.9 miles of stair c limbing. The only thing that was hurt (in the long run) was my pride.

I know that's a lame ending but my medication gave up about 2 hours ago and therefor I no longer have interest in posting this. In fact, I just feel like posting nonsensical bullshit. FUCK COCK ASS BITCH Now that's boring too. I think I'll just sit here and stare at the text and twirl my hair. I'm shaking. I don't know why. Stress has me for its bitch. The warranty on my laptop ends in 3 days. I better call Dell and have them send me some parts. I need to fix some shit, just to be safe. I think Eric is going to have his pad raided by the feds again. I told him what he should do this time. You know you're not okay when Nine Inch Nails is soothing. I am NOT okay. FUCK. Now what? Daniel just quit his job without giving notice. That's just splendid. Let's deconstruct me piece by piece. This shit is coming out raw as I think it. Well not everything. I'm sure you don't care to hear about my need to piss. But it looks like you just did. Sucks to be you. Right now, for this brief moment, I have control over your mind.

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