Meet Mr Spark
No motion towards motivation. Nothing. Last night I sat patiently in front of The Biggest Loser. Nothing. Not so much as a quiver, beyond a brief overextension as I lunged towards the salsa. Tick tock grows the adipose tissue. Enter whimsy. Another strategically fiscal instigation has been implemented. A stimulus of motivation by guilt. I figured it's the least that the wealthy would do. No accounting for paint. In fact, ...