How is it possibly Monday?

So while I was recovering from Monster Massive yesterday, I checked my Facebook and saw a comment from Michelle that said:

You tap Jazz(y) yet? What's the hold up man. You're letting your rep suffer! Stop it right now!
Here's what you do...
Walk up to her and say "I've been to the gym every day for the last 6 months and I'm still missing something in my arms"
and when she says "what are you missing?"
You say "YOU"
then stand back and count how... many seconds it takes for her to need to change her panties.
LMAO.

My mommy and I ate at Red Robin later that night. Bad news: Jazz wasn't our waitress. Good news: I got to look at her anyway.

BTW, our waiter was some new guy named Matthew who was probably the hardest working waiter I've seen.

When we were leaving, I saw Jazz from the corner of my eye pass by behind me. I turned to look. She looked back. We made eye contact for a second. But staring is rude, so I looked away. It had nothing to do with wussing out, I swear. But got 1 second of mental masturbation. Next time. I went to Barnes and Noble to read more of Peter and the Sword of Mercy for the rest of the night.

Today was Monday. I did jack shit. Actually skipped Capoeira practice. Ate at Thai BBQ. It was the Halloween store's final day open with everything 50% off. I got 2 life-size cardboard cutouts of Bella Swan and James from Twilight for the total of $35.

Read more of Peter and the Sword of Mercy. Almost done.