Despite my ruffled feathers, I still came to work every day and applied the same exact effort (very high), delivered the same exact results (very solid), and had the same interactions with all of my business partners (very positive).

However, I was no longer "feeling it."

I asked him if he read lips, and he shrugged his shoulders and made the universal "a little" sign. He then took out his smartphone and opened up a text message screen and typed his name, Patrick, and that we could use his phone for communicating.

I'm only one week into fiscal January and I'm already anticipating a shortfall in my budget.

I haven't been on a single dinner date or drink date since starting NMHD. Instead, I've occasionally bought drinks for girls I meet at bars when I'm out with friends, and I've been on coffee dates, hike dates, and chill-at-home-and-drink-wine/beer-and-watch-a-movie dates.

When I first started reading MMM's blog, I thought he was a complete nutjob, but after some reflection, my initial disdain for him has evolved into great respect.

Sarah and John have gone home for the holidays, and I can hardly hear myself think--the speakers are  blaring and the monstrous subwoofer is shaking the walls and threatening to level my entire house. Life is good! Go Skrillex! I cannot wait to be roommate-free.

When I went back to work on Monday, I was going back to the gas station to work for more fuel. But for the past three months, that fuel has not been funding any fun, and that became painfully clear during the Thanksgiving weekend when I paid down $16k of my loans that was partially funded by the sale of one thing that provided me with a lot of fun--the motorcycle.

I took the car for a test drive. It felt like butter! No more notchy pedal! I came back into the shop with a huge smile and asked Rick how much I owed him. He told me $0. I was ecstatic. I shook his hand and thanked him for working with me.

I explained the symptoms to Rick, the service writer, and his face fell. He told me it was probably an issue with worn springs on the clutch pressure plate. I told him that that sounded expensive, and he confirmed that indeed it was--$1,600 to replace the clutch kit

I was doing squats in the nearly empty gym this Friday evening after work at 8:30 PM, and after my first set I looked down and noticed a wallet on the floor lying next to a nearby bench.