689.0

I had a dream that I was driving a car. Mark was in the passenger seat while our old friend, Barbara, was in the back seat. We were traveling down essentially a fictional Los Angeles, resembling more of the route to Hollywood. I parked in front of a club. Barbara didn't want to go inside, scrutinizing it as if it was ghetto. But then she needed to use the restroom and wanted Mark and I to be her bodyguards inside. End of dream.

I slept through a text message at 6:59AM from my mommy saying that she found her cell phone at work as she had misplaced it all of yesterday.

At the gym, I did an hour on the treadmill. Its meter says I burned 689.0 calories over the distance of 5-point-something miles (it might've been 5.78) at 5.6 mph throughout the whole time. Although, it's possible that that's a ballpark figure.

Dana at Lush Cosmetics was the only one renewed in the database at the mall. I helped mommy with laundry before eating dinner at Jollibee at the Eagle Rock Plaza, where a couple of episodes of Glee have been filmed. Jollibee has a Wednesday special of two buckets of chicken for only $10. Of course I always add a halo halo to all my Filipino meals whenever I can. I read more of American Gods at Barnes & Noble before calling it a night.