Autistic?

I went to the gym late last night. The teacher, Dave, who celebrated his Birthday party last Saturday, spotted me on the sidewalk, claiming my "walk" is distinctive from a mile away. Past midnight, I was the first to greet him an official Happy Birthday. He also admitted that he wonders if I'm autistic because he can't figure me out. For some weird reason that actually made my day. In the gym, I saw Dennis in the locker room. He said he stays in the sauna for an hour to an hour-and-a-half. Yikes! But he showers beforehand and brings a bottle of water inside with him, so I guess that helps. And then I caught up on my Capoeira, preparing for a return to said martial art, and topped it off with bench presses, pull ups, dips, my personal combination of bicep curls and Arnold presses, handstands, and abdominal exercises.

I had a dream where the dogs visited me. End of dream.

I practically did a double shift at the gym as I woke up, ate breakfast, and went back to run on the treadmill for an hour. The machine says I burned 706.1 calories at 6.08 miles. Or something like that. That's, as they say on the streets, "Boss!"

I ended the night with WWE RAW. Mommy brought El Polo Loco home for dinner.