The beloved Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles lives on in the Philippines being promoted as a "new" series (it was cancelled last May 18). I saw 2 different reruns at 2 different times on 2 different channels this evening. But to the people here, they were "new" episodes.
I guess the try-outs for G4's American Ninja Warrior - which are supposed to take place in Los Angeles again this month, but I'll have to miss them - are still in the back of my mind as I had a weird dream incorporating them last night: In my dream, I'm at the try-outs. Then out of nowhere, there are these 3 blond chicks. We start talking - I don't remember what about. Then they're feeling me up. Then they're jacking me off. I remark, "I feel like I'm on e." End of dream.
I woke up in the middle of the night because both the air conditioner and the electric fan together brought the room to sub-zero temperature. Initially, I couldn't sleep because it was too damn hot.
Cousin Philip's eye was red today. I told him that according to Knocked Up, you get pink eye if someone farts on your pillow. Cousin-in-law Malou seems to believe it. But it turns out Philip accidentally rubbed his eye too deep that some of the top layer came off. Ouch! The eye doctor told him to put some medicine, patch it up, and sleep it off. It now looks mostly back to normal.
I had a lasagna, salad, and raspberry iced tea for brunch at Sbarros. I bought some plain white tanktops for me and postcards for people.
We came home and the hallway was flooded. The water was coming from the bathroom. The septic tank was full. It's supposed to be good for 40 years. Apparently, 40 years have gone by.
I snacked on some M&Ms. Dinner was at Shakey's. Mine was a belly buster pizza, some chicken, potatoes, garlic bread, spaghetti, and bottomless lemonade. Everyone thinks I eat too much.
I like how I'm taller than everyone and chicks be checking me out.
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