Friday, we hardly know ye.

I am too tired to come up with a pithy way of summarizing how tiring my work week was, so let’s leave it at: shit was cray. Beyond the day job deadlines and sudden projects, beyond the never seeing my boyfriend since he is working 14 hour days, beyond running around madly doing a million things at once—beyond all that, I also got a parking citation and a wheel clamp put on my car for letting my parking meter expire for five minutes.

Do you know that there is a fee you pay, merely for the pleasure of having an orange shackle disabling your car? Well, now I do! In my city it’s $70. The more you know!

After walking to the Tax Collector’s Office, paying $210, and waiting around for an hour, I got my car back. All’s well that ends well.

In much nicer news: my deadlift went up to 180 pounds for eight reps, I am going to Spain in March, and, hell yes, it’s the weekend.