The plan was to work until I hit the gym. Frontline was running a show tonight on Darfur. I had every intention of being on the treadmill when it came on.
Jen called. "Bertucci's?"
I countered with the movies. My thought was some popcorn was better than chicken parm or pizza.
We saw American Gangster. I liked it, Jen was lukewarm.
I told myself (& The Commander) that I would go to the gym afterwards. Yeah....no.