Movin' On In
Got Matt moved into the apartment last night. Had a "nice, quiet dinner" with him and his aunt. Which is probably one of the only "nice, quiet dinners" we'll ever have in the apartment.
After his Aunt left, we consumed ice cream while basking in the warm glow of the television displaying "The Best of Triumph the Comic Dog" on dvd. About 1/3rd done with it now. Hilarious stuff. . . . . . For me to poop on!! - Yes I know I'm horrible.
Went to bed around midnight, and woke up 4 minutes after my alarm was supposed to wake me up. Oh man, I had weird dreams last night. For you the reader who doesn't know, I am in a class entitled "The Age of Dante" which includes reading the Inferno and Purgatorio. Alas, I haven't read any in almost a week now, but it's the only thing I can point to, to remotely explain this dream.
I Dream of Hell
I spent a better part of last night, dreaming I was in hell. Over and over, I'd be in, and out. It wasn't fire and brimstone, it was pretty devoid actually. The last things I remember before waking up, I, running with a nameless figure jumped into the last mile of the Marathon (in Athens, yes, the Olympics) and sprinted through, finishing without a medal (it was for the sake of running in the marathon, we wouldn't have received medals anyway, I mean, we cheated!) Next thing I know, I'm back in hell (assumedly with the nameless figure) and someone asks death/satan for an Xbox, because they are tired of playing on the PS2. Death/Satan grants the request, along with two controllers. And I woke up thinking to myself, first of all. What in the fuck was that? And second, that we were almost out of hell, and the Xbox was a way of appeasing us, and trying to keep us in hell.
But anyway...
Had Spanish class today, received quite mediocre scores on the first quiz, not quite to my surprise. Then hit up work to swap bags (backpack for gym bag) and went to the rec center. Lifted weights and ran two miles. Go me! Came back to work, had a Turkey/Provolone Samich I'd left in the fridge over the weekend, and went on my merry way to my apartment. Emptied the gym bag, showered and returned to work, the location from which I am typing this.
Tonight for dinner, Quesoburgesas (con Cheddar). Very exciting! I can't wait.
Got Matt moved into the apartment last night. Had a "nice, quiet dinner" with him and his aunt. Which is probably one of the only "nice, quiet dinners" we'll ever have in the apartment.
After his Aunt left, we consumed ice cream while basking in the warm glow of the television displaying "The Best of Triumph the Comic Dog" on dvd. About 1/3rd done with it now. Hilarious stuff. . . . . . For me to poop on!! - Yes I know I'm horrible.
Went to bed around midnight, and woke up 4 minutes after my alarm was supposed to wake me up. Oh man, I had weird dreams last night. For you the reader who doesn't know, I am in a class entitled "The Age of Dante" which includes reading the Inferno and Purgatorio. Alas, I haven't read any in almost a week now, but it's the only thing I can point to, to remotely explain this dream.
I Dream of Hell
I spent a better part of last night, dreaming I was in hell. Over and over, I'd be in, and out. It wasn't fire and brimstone, it was pretty devoid actually. The last things I remember before waking up, I, running with a nameless figure jumped into the last mile of the Marathon (in Athens, yes, the Olympics) and sprinted through, finishing without a medal (it was for the sake of running in the marathon, we wouldn't have received medals anyway, I mean, we cheated!) Next thing I know, I'm back in hell (assumedly with the nameless figure) and someone asks death/satan for an Xbox, because they are tired of playing on the PS2. Death/Satan grants the request, along with two controllers. And I woke up thinking to myself, first of all. What in the fuck was that? And second, that we were almost out of hell, and the Xbox was a way of appeasing us, and trying to keep us in hell.
But anyway...
Had Spanish class today, received quite mediocre scores on the first quiz, not quite to my surprise. Then hit up work to swap bags (backpack for gym bag) and went to the rec center. Lifted weights and ran two miles. Go me! Came back to work, had a Turkey/Provolone Samich I'd left in the fridge over the weekend, and went on my merry way to my apartment. Emptied the gym bag, showered and returned to work, the location from which I am typing this.
Tonight for dinner, Quesoburgesas (con Cheddar). Very exciting! I can't wait.
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