I can do abdominal exercises again without injuring my ass

I had a dream last night that I was trying to fit a long strip of beef from Yoshinoya, which I had for dinner in real life before going to sleep ... and dad playfully helped me. That reminds me, dad's death anniversary is coming up. End of dream.

"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" - Albus Dumbledore, "King's Cross," Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

I went to the gym to do compound exercises in the new regiment of light weights, three sets of twenty repetitions each. AND I was finally able to do abdominal exercises again. Apparently, some time ago, I had gone crazy super-setting abdominal exercises that I ended up getting rug burn on my ass that I would then irritate whenever I tried to do abdominal exercises. But I've finally waited it out to heal.

I did something grownup by buying water at Costco. Then I went to Teagle Optometry to have my glasses retightened, but they half-assed it and I'll have to take it somewhere else so that they don't get annoyed with me. I read more of American Gods at Barnes & Noble before going home for a special live Tuesday night broadcast of WWE Smackdown.

Also, that chick Ruby finally poked me back on Facebook. It could've been yesterday, but I just noticed it today. I can bust a #3 to her again.