Equinox

I forgot to say that I woke up yesterday from two dreams: 1) I was a referee in an outdoor indy pro-wrestling match. It looked like a divas battle royale. I actually got bored and left the ring. Some nerdy referee whom I've seen in real life named Chris took over for me. 2) I was sleeping on a car in my garage as it was supposed to be my usual resting spot. Meanwhile, my old high school English teacher Mr. Rasic and classmates Jordan and Kevin were tenants in my house.

Today, I woke up from a dream that I was engaging in self defense against an anonymous and fat, black guy. I survived, but what was disturbing was that eye gouges weren't working. End dreams.

I stopped by David's (my Bartending classmate, not to be confused with rockstar Dave or teacher Dave) place to pick up Hiro's TV that he'd been borrowing and take him to work. He works at a ridiculously upscale gym called Equinox in Pasadena. I was able to work out as his guest. It made me feel like I was supposed to work out in a suit and tie. Then ended it at their cafe with a popular drink called Peanut Better (milk, ice, banana, organic peanut butter, and whey protein).

I finished Christmas/Birthday shopping for my mommy. I stopped by Great Earth to buy her B-Complex vitamins. Yo (short for Yohannes, though I feel like it's supposed to be spelled with a "J") hooked me up with his employee discount. Then I bought her a snuggie. Oh, and Jazz was working. Yay database.