nitty.gritty. grit grit gritty grrrrrriitttyyyyyyyy

So, obviously the Negotiation Competition went well. I over-prepped, and my interlocutors were....naive. I love the smell of fear.

It always does take a lot out of you though - the aftermath of the rush is pleasant but you end up feeling used up, swallowed, greasy and greased.

I'm making a salad and hitting up the gym because it's the only place I feel alive.

Might get a double espresso but my impending ulcer might ruin a fun night o' Aerobics if I become too dehydrated so let's just rear up the horses shall we?
Speaking of horses, I need to ride one.