Sweaty. Now that I'm unsick, I'm back to my workout plan thingy. I've lost eight pounds since the end of the semester. I'm happy. (One of my co-workers today said I looked like I'd lost 15. Love you, Jenn.) My lungs are still all stuffy which made my workout a little weak, but whatevs. I'm back in it, and that's what counts.
Speaking of Jenn, I'm going to try to help her take some sexy pics for her mano. She's got an amazing apartment downtown that will make for great setting.
Don't eat pork.
It hailed today. A lot. It was scary. But I was inside. So it wasn't.
What?
I'm going to a baseball game tomorrow. I'M GOING TO A BASEBALL GAME TOMORROW!!! Go Dragons!!!
And, of course, opening the bar in the morning, so I need to get to bed. But, first. . .
Do you have any guilty pleasures? Something that you're totally embarassed to admit to, but still love the hell out of.
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I was hoping for more personal stuff from people.
I would never admit any guilty pleasure!
Girls in glasses and hats who don't eat pork?
You have to admit yours first.