Hit the gym again tonight.  I think I'm making it in about 3 or 4 times a week, and I swear I'm working harder and sweating more.  I wish that there weren't so many disaffected children in this apartment complex, though.  They don't have anything to do, and I'm guessing their homelife sucks pretty bad because they think the minigym is the place to go hang out.  Which isn't really bad, except when they want to give dirty looks because they can't jump on whatever they want to right away.  They need a good ass whoopin, and maybe that would make a good workout for me.