Dear Diary,
Man. What is it about this week? Time is already tighter than Lil Wayne's pants and this week just keeps getting worse. Dare I say like his albums. Huh? Yeah I know that's not fair. I do like Tha Carter IV, but I think I have a bias against albums named 4. Just ask Beyonce. No I will not give you her number. I would but, you know the restraining order prevents me. You should have never done that. And I should have never went to Agoura Hills yesterday, but I had to go to the office. Just 45 miles from the house. A mere 90 mile round trip. It cost me about 5 hours of driving. Then I had to finish some work when I got home. So you see where this is going. Another night without a workout. I got a slight gain, but it's probably water. I didn't eat anything bad yesterday, but I did eat a lot of grilled chicken. Good protein, but kinda salty, which likely kept that water in. Huh? Yeah I know. That's two workout nights in a row that I've missed and tonight I have another work function so we can make it three. Luckily I have tomorrow morning to look forward to. This week will be over and it'll be time for another walk/jog. Hopefully I get up early enough to avoid the heat. I'd say beat the heat, but I don't want no part of it. I don't want no part of you either, but I will beat your a** if you test me. F*** off will you?
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