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Rectangular Guy
I have a couple of minutes to just breathe. And do I? No, I post. I post therefore I am. I was looking at my new little pilot's case and at the mountain of things that are coming with me to Japan. I thought: Hmmm. Maybe I need another couple of suitcases. I'm tired today, after a morning Judi walk, an upper body lifting session and more cardio. I was supposed to walk with Kel, but she started teaching today and was jet lagged besides, so she called and cancelled. Which was fine. I was in the middle of eating lunch numero deux when she called and I was happy to finish the book I bought yesterday--yet another book about Japan, this one written by one of the earlier JETs. I have to be careful with those things because they're all written pre-economic-bubbling-bursting. Anyway, it's dinner. Time for dinner numero uno. I just ate an apple to tide me over, but that poor little apple is nothing in the face of my apetite. Rectangular Guy was at the gym today, and I was happy happy happy. I love that guy for sure. He is so my new imaginary gym boyfriend. Happy Monday, Demons. Remember to eat well and exercise and brush your teeth before bed.
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