Procrastinating at the gym

I'm at the gym. B. is moving in tomorrow, I have a great deal of shit in my apartment to move around, bills to pay, papers to go through--and B, don't think for a second that I don't know you've got it worse than I do today--and it's raining out and my bag is wet and so is my shirt and I don't want to do my little workout and I have to walk a dog I take care of sometimes and grumble grumble grumble munch. Poetry poetry poetry poetry poetry poetry poetry poetry poetry.