A screaming baby kept me from jogging this morning and getting soaked in a surprise thunderstorm. I didn't want to take off and leave a sleeping TLO with a bouncing ball of hatred so early in the morning, so I grabbed him and hopped in the bed. A few minutes later I heard the sky open up and soak the South Bay. Needless to say I was happy, but it didn't last cause that little dude wouldn't go to sleep like I needed him to. I made plenty of mistakes yesterday and was in big time need of a workout. From yesterdays Big Macs... Yes, a**hole Macs...to the beers, pizza, hot dogs and lemon tart, I was f***ing up big time. But isn't that what you do at a baseball game? I figured the only way to stop the stupidity was to hope the game didn't go to extra innings so I could go home and go to sleep. So I did. I wish I could sleep of all of the dumb s**t I do. By the way tell the 230's I said f*** you. If I can't burn fat, I'm gonna burn bridges. I'm getting tired of looking at this s**t. I'm even more tired of the excuses.
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