It's odd for me to sleep that late without playing Battlefield 4, but when I'm struck by weird ideas throughout the night, I have to get up, wake up my laptop, and type it up. I've already established the formula: go to bed late, get up late, and some of those dreams are like WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? I am legitimately crushed that some of that shit isn't real. Like the job opportunity, oh man, that would've been nice.
My first thought this morning was: Is this the effect of 20-pound dumbbells? I test drove those babies for the first time yesterday. It was a struggle. I have to work my way up to my usual rep numbers. To be a noob again, it's not a bad feeling. My biceps will thank me for it later.
And now I have go help by brother-in-law clear out the garage and carry stuff into the newly built shed. The Lunar New Year is coming. You know what means?
Red envelopes and ka-ching!
