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Sadly, I didn't win the Mega Millions jackpot on Friday. This was the first time I'd played lotto in I don't know how long. I was seduced by the siren call of $140 million dollars.

So here it is, the middle day of a three day weekend. So many things to do, so little motivation. Yesterday, I went to the gym for the first time in more than a year. I did the bikes. I'm not sure that I want to join this gym, so I'm testing it out for 2 weeks for free. Actually, I just don't want to go to the gym at all. I want to be able to exercise at home and outside. But apparently, it just isn't enough — not if I want to fit into any of my pants.

Pants don't lie, baby, pants don't lie.

I am in a curious space with regards to this journal right now. There's a lot of self-censoring going on. As a result, it's all "bla bla bla." Oh well.

Next on my exciting Sunday agenda: trip to Costco!

(Shout-out to all you Lymond fans! "...how many miles to Babylon?")

Ok, so I went out and bought another pair of purple pants. These are quite unlike any other pants I own and I'm still sort of astounded that I now own them. One, they are striped, which is wrong. Two, they are sort of capri length and I hate capris (they make my legs look short and fat). Three, I think they make my butt look big.

But I couldn't not buy them -- because they only cost $1.99!!! This bargain shopping will be the death of me yet.

Now, I have to be careful. My previous obsession with pants of a certain color is why I own about 5 pairs of brown pants and 4 pairs of green pants. I don't want 5 pairs of purple pants. Help!