What do they call it

What do they call it when you think the whole world is trying to bring you down? Not paranoia...

I don't know.

One of two things has happened to me up here in Connecticut. 1. I've become completely and entirely lazy. 2. Everything else has become more tedious and impossible to accomplish.

Yesterday I sold almost all of my video games. I'm done hanging on to video games. I'm pretty much done playing video games. Video games have become so tedious and impossible (or maybe I'm just completely and entirely lazy) to play. So I sold most all of them. For fifty-eight dollars. Sold them for fifty-eight dollars so that I could start a...

Gym membership. Today, it was finally gym membership day. Time to commit.

Nothing is simple though. You couldn't possibly just go into a gym and hand them cash every month to work out. There's set-up fees. There's the fact that you have to pay for a year in advance if you don't have a checking account.

There's a bank in town that will give you free checking though. All you need is a hundred dollar deposit to start.

The woman at the YMCA is going to sign us up as a family. Jeremy and I. Jeremy's name goes at the top. My name goes where the word spouse has been crossed out. This way, we'll each save fourteen dollars a month and at the same time create wacky sitcom shenanigans. You know those episodes where two straight characters pretend they're gay to save money on some kind of membership... you know exactly what I'm saying.

Now I just need to come up with the seventy dollar set-up fee to take her up on the offer. Seventy dollars because that's how much it costs for them to... Set. Up. My account. You know, the cost of ink, paper, a manilla file folder and the little membership card. Sounds like seventy dollars to me.