Trash. No matter where you go or what you do, you're going to have trash. On March 5 at 4:30 p.m. I was trying to keep everything in line even though my sleep/work schedule is all messed up. I love working nights, but the it's hard when you're routines are out of whack.
At my apartment complex, trash carts are wheeled out every morning at around 7 a.m. and picked up by 11 a.m. You'd better get your trash up and out, and I missed the trash carts by many hours, so I had to hoof the refuse up to the compactor. I don't think it counts as exercise.
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