Leftovers of German sausages from last night are still good

I woke up to go to church and found that I had slept through a text message from Allison, a.k.a. Allison from Palmdale. I had texted her last night (See entry 11/6/10):

Hi raver buddy. Mark and I are smoking hookah right now since that's the most we can legally do since prop 19 didn't get passed. Just drunk/hookah texting now.

She replied:

just get a medical license for 40 bones!

I skipped the gym today. Naughty me. Mommy and I ate dinner at Granville.