So I passed out after mixing 2 shots of Jack Daniels with Pepsi, doing it a 2nd time, a straight shot of Jack Daniels, and finishing with 2 bottles of Warsteiner beer.
Whoa, I had a trippy dream last night: I woke up at Red Robin and saw that waitress Jazz (the 1 I like busting a #3 to). So because I woke up inside my dream, I believed that the dream was the real world. But then I left Red Robin to go to ... wait for it, wait for it ... the Great Gatsby's mansion! What the fuck? The Great Gatsby? Seriously? Yeah, I was really confused about where I was by the time I woke up in my bed in the real world.
I went to the gym to do calisthenics, but felt like shit. Probably all the alcohol from last night. Speaking of last night, Michelle texted me that some chick who went to my high school is apparently Carlos' pyscho ex. What a small world. Anyway, after doing pull-ups, I just did 1 set of each of the remaining exercises, drank my protein shake, and went home. It felt so wrong (like that lazy, annoying kid Emmanuel), but I felt like shit.
I treated myself to Taco Bell for the 1st time in months (I love how I can binge-eat again now that I'm done walking around with no shirt for Halloween). I watched the StrikeForce fights on CBS. I was supposed to watch it at Brandon's, but couldn't get a hold of him (after all, anything agreed on during a rave should be voided). Kevin texted me looking for something to do, but I had nothing.
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