Dear Diary,
I had a long day yesterday. Saturday I did a surprise half marathon. Huh? Well I do go by the name SoopaMike, but no I don't think that I'm Superman. It's not like the light of the yellow sun did anything to help me get healed. And by the way I'm about 90% recovered. As if you gave a f***. Huh? Thanks for the confirmation. Anyway, Sunday was a full marathon day at church. I was there from 9 am and didn't make it home until about 7:30 pm. I was pooped. Had a great time, but I didn't eat that great. Somewhere in the afternoon I had a huge cupcake, followed by a snapple and a cookie later that day, which wasn't wise. It's not like they were preaching against gluttony. But f*** it. Huh? No a**hole that wasn't a suggestion. Cupcakes don't really have a butt, though they can add to yours. Speaking of butts, I have to find a way to stay off of mine when I'm watching football. I just realized I can't move when it's on. I need to be in position, doing whatever it is that I need to be doing when football comes on. Like say on a bike. I realize now that football is my kryptonite. And I watch it from my fortress of lazytude. Huh? Don't you ever call me pooperman again. A**hole.
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