Today, a friend died. It's not often I question my mortality or mortality in general; today I did. I wasn't very close to this friend but my partner was. We are broken up over it even though somewhere in the back of our minds, we knew it was inevitable. She had suffered through a long illness and asked that her pain not be prolonged. She is very brave. Her mother is very brave. My partner is putting up a brave front. I love him.

After working out this morning, I ran some errands, bought some food, and came home to go through my wardrobe. After trying on some outfits, combining old and new items, I decided that I needed to go to the gym more. Get in better shape. Pay more attention to my physique. Get thinner. What a priority.

I was cooking dinner for Mike and me when we got the phone call. We are feeling down. I hate myself for allowing vanity to become a priority. The gym matters because it keeps us in good health. Our vanity should not be the reason we go. Workout to stay healthy because if you leave this world to soon, someone will painfully miss you. I miss someone. Later.  ¶ 11:14 PM