I will always remember that day when Mario told me in his own way to "get a life".  Slowly but surely, I'm integrating myself into this new one while keeping some old friendships intact.

I feel like these days, my life has been so routine that it's like my mise-en-place, that I know where I put everything, what to do in case I "get in the weeds".

I don't even know how to describe this feeling.  Maybe, if I had to put it into words or comparison, that I would say that I would be a tennis player who's making a Federer-esque comeback to beat Roddick after five sets (yes, it still drives me crazy and bitter to say that).  I'm hitting my stride to the point that rarely some things frazzle me despite a lack of sleep, I know what I'm doing and I'm confident that I'm doing all the right things.

Funny how I'm writing this blog near midnight with work tomorrow on an early shift after taking my mom to the airport for her mission trip that will last for a week.  Should be interesting tomorrow considering the fact that I've been lacking in sleep, or sleeping late these days that I should sleep super early tomorrow as well on Thursday to compensate for it.

That's what the gym's for.  I'm starting to feel fat, and it's not a good feeling at all.