Donkey

Finally. After my dufus of a brother managed to almost reduce it to a rather large conversation piece, our treadmill is once again up and running (no pun intended). I now have roughly two weeks to shed a considerable amount of weight so I can fit into a pair of trousers I need to wear for a friend’s wedding. It’s close to an impossible task but I have hope: according to Mrs. Killer, something special awaits if I keep exercising till the end of the year. A carrot on a stick, hopefully a carrot you can play video games on.