I’m tired, and I want to go to sleep. Tomorrow is Friday, and it’s my favorite day to go to the gym. If I go around 7:30ish, the place is like a ghost town, and I get to feel like Michael Jackson at Disneyland. After having a week-long bout of stomach nastiness, I’m slowly feeling better, but still not back to my old self. I want to make sure I’m rested so I can kick some ninja butt tomorrow at the gym.
On that note, I’m going to brush my teeth—including the new toof to replace the one I swallowed. But I just thought I’d share. Actually I got the new chopper only a couple of days after I swallowed the old one. In fact, I probably got it at about the time the old one vacated the premises, but I will never know for sure, and I wasn’t curious enough to check.
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