If you're looking for a good workout, find someone who is moving, has flaky friends, and lives on the 3rd floor.

In other news, I managed to turn Completely Slothful Saturday (tm) into Completely Productive Saturday (tm) by going to Vacaville at 3 p.m. yesterday! Despite the no-reason-traffic I 1) bought a really cute purse, 2) returned $114 in clothes I had been bullied into buying, 3) acquired a very crucial part of my bridesmaids outfit, 4) purchased a wedding gift for my brother and his fiancee, and 5) got dinner. Oh! and cheap gas! Who would have thought that Vacaville would have gas $.20 cheaper per gallon than the bay area? Almost makes driving out there just to fill up worth it. Almost.

Warning: don't get the chicken strips at the Carl's Jr. in Vacaville. Maybe it's because it's right next to Popeye's Chicken and Something and so they don't feel the need to serve good fried chicken, but man - soggy, tough, and all together crappy. But their shakes still rock. Rock on Vacaville Carl's Jr shakes. Me and my hips still love you.