There was something underwater about this pack of ravenous butterfly snails, coming along and eating everything in their path. This was underwater...
...Shit, that *was* a Spongebob episode.
Only it was *scary* in this dream.
Called Darkside. Let him know that yes, backbone was enabled, at least for that morning when I discussed the stuff. He'd already read OotP quite some time ago. (He had earlier told me of his plan to hijack his mother's copy when she got it.)
His schedule still sucks. Shared the news about the car, and how now it won't blow up.
Five minutes on the phone with him is by far not enough, but at least it's not absolutely nothing.
...to good ol' Fuzzy Modem, my highschool best friend, asshole extraordinaire, decent 3D animator, and standup comedian of choice for the Library Monkeys. Holy shit, you made it to 23, man! Never thought you would.
That level of caterwauling suggests that nothing fun is happening today.
20 lateral pulldowns @ 70 lbs
15 forward pulldowns @ 70 lbs
10 butterfly flaps @ 50 lbs
15 butterfly flaps @ 40 lbs
10 minutes, 2.5 miles on the exercise bike
Incidentally, "Play That Funky Music White Boy" is ideal for working out on the exercise bike.