Andy Whitfield inspired my half-naked Gladiator look

I just remembered sometime over the weekend, I had a dream that I was on a motorcycle, riding as if I was in a high speed chase, was warned not to turn into a street, made the illegal turn anyway, was brought to the police station, and somehow let go. Then I was flying up in some cage-looking transport, possibly carried by a hot air balloon and the environment around me magically transformed twice in a matter of seconds. I overshot the landing mark, missing this house. And I think Ron Weasley from Harry Potter was among the people to greet me. End of dream.

This is what I get for logging into Facebook only once every couple of days. I just found out Andy Whitfield lost his battle to non-Hodgkin lymphoma. Whitfield starred as the title character in Spartacus: Blood and Sand, inspiring my half-naked gladiator look for Renaissance Faire or just whenever I feel like it. Rest in peace, Spartacus.

I was doing compound exercises at the gym. I asked that new fitness manager, Jacob, what was the name of that thermogenic that contained no caffeine. It may possibly be just "Caffeine-Free Thermogenic" by the company Apex, which has never been creative in naming its products.

I fired up the porn and busted a #3 to that hostess from TGI Friday's last Sunday, who vaguely resembles a young Dawn Marie. (See entry 9/11/11.) Meanwhile, the radio was blasting Madonna's Into the Groove and it was so much fun air-thrusting to the drum beats in rhythm.

At the mall, Faith was working at Brookstone, so she's renewed in the database. My old coworker, Helen, was working at Latin Lingo. She waved. I waved back. Her hair was nicer today. She's renewed in the database.

Mommy and I ate dinner at In-N-Out.