Step 1 of getting out of my nasty apartment as much as possible - especially when activities involve the touching or ingesting of things - was begun on Monday with the stocking of my new gym locker with shampoo, conditioner and the like. I even worked out yesterday before showering! If I actually get into shape because my shared bathroom is too gross for nekkedness, then I should write in my 'success' story to Shape or Fitness or Self.
Step 2 starts tonight. I'm in the process of rescuing my food from its cramped and dank home and moving it to the newold 'fridge in my office (used! yay!):
Like that 6-pack of V-8 in there?
I don't. But I'm trying to be grown-up like Concateknit and a gal's gotta start somewhere.