Mondays, Kilroy, and Cute Gym Guys

I'm like Garfield in the sense that I don't particularly care for Mondays, but I'm sure most people are like that. I managed to get to work at a later, but respectable hour.

A lot got done today, which always makes me feel good. Kilroy drove me nuts this afternoon with more and more questions from over the cubicle wall. I'm getting irritated how he asks them. He'll ask a question, i give an answer, and then he tells you a little bit more of the situation and you realize that you have to completely reverse what you told him. He doesn't know how to articulate the question to get the correct answer. I feel like he's playing devil's advocate and I just don't have the time for or patience with him.

I went to the gym afterwards and did a couple of miles on the treadmill. This really cute guy started working out on the treadmill next to me. A bit taller and younger than me, dark hair, a thick goatee, and just stocky enough to accentuate the curves of his pecs and his tummy. Oh, I snuck many a glance at him. Thankfully, the cardio cinema is dark so it's easy to do.

Now I'm home and the house needs cleaning in a bad way.....