You’re passable. You’re passable. You’re passable, it’s true. Saw your face… …It’s okay. So I figured that you’ll do, til I find somebody new.

You may have noticed that I haven't written anything in the Awkward Encounters series, and you may be wondering why. It certainly isn't because I haven't been to the gym as much lately, because I have, and it definitely isn't because I'm any less awkward than before, because I definitely am not.

Why, then? I think it's because somehow lately it's become a bit more of a social outlet, so my ability to read at the gym has been a bit curtailed. I'm not sure how, exactly, but I'm failing at being a bento box.

That said, I finally had one! Random Gym Member 2 (RGM2) recently commented that I always seem to be reading a new book and asked how many I read a week. I explained that I read two per week, aiming for 100 a week. RGM2 then said, "Oh, wow. You should be on Jeopardy." I did not know what to say to that one; I mean, reading a lot of fiction is in no way preparation for that show. I just sort of paused for a moment and said, "Oh." Fortunately, it was then time for class.

How's this for a random picture?

I'm really into my fridge right now. At least, on the outside (so pretty); on the inside, I literally go between either having yogurt and a strange variety of water or a strange variety of water. Sometimes I think about grocery shopping.