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Another morning shift week.

For the price of waking up at 4:30 in the morning and being at work at 6:00 in the morning, my afternoons are left free to take in cheap matinee shows, run errands, go to early afternoon events at ASU....

Well, technically I could do all of this in the evenings, but for some reason, I don't. There's always somewhere to go, or some TV show to watch, or maybe I just don't want to make a lot of noise.

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Yesterday I didn't go out, so I thought I'd use my ab-roller for the first time in, oh, maybe three or four months.

All day today, my abdomen has been tied in knots.

I know they'll go away as I continue to use it more consistently, as they have before, but I very much wish I'd remembered the breaking-in period so that I could plan around it.

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Does anyone else experience moments of doubt every time you leave the house?

I have a great time swing dancing, at least as it's happening, yet I don't find myself looking forward to it every week. The only thing that keeps me going is the faith that I'll be glad I went. And even though I'm rarely disappointed when I go swing dancing, and even though I seldom deeply enjoy the time I waste on the Internet, every week I still consider staying home, surfing the web and IMing.

In Europe, this won't be an option.