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Wednesday Rendevous

I took yesterday off work. It was probably the most me-oriented thing I've done in ... well, I'd say awhile, but recall that weekend I just had? Yeah, me too.

Anyway, I took yesterday off work and dedicated nearly 12 full hours to spending quality time with a very high quality friend/boy of mine, Jon-Michael. Mano-a-Mano.

On a whim, we went to Busch Gardens. Somehow I got sunburned on my left arm only. The park was incredibly dead; we went on every ride we wanted to without a single noteworthy line wait time. It was confirmed that I do, in fact, know of a roller coaster that I prefer NOT to go on. Gwazi. I hate feeling like I'm being pulverized. I prefer the feeling of soaring, and Gwazi just doesn't do it for me. Just one more thing: Jungala: not for adults. =[

And on yet another whim, we went out to eat at the decadent Cheesecake Factory. I had the chicken and avocado club, blackened. And, yes, it was most savory. We did not, however, have any cheesecake. I was and am still perfectly fine with that -- I'm stuffed.

Then this morning we woke up at 5 A.M., I took him to the airport and then I drove a grueling 1 hour 45 minute drive (that's good time, folks) to work from the Tampa Airport. And I drank a coffee to give me energy today. And I ate a microwave meal (Smart Ones, pasta primavera) for lunch so that I could potentially take a nap on my break (didn't happen). And now my stomach is ripping me apart inside; I think because of a combination of two things I would never normally ingest. ugh. I hurt very badly.

Two days ago I endured my first step aerobics class with Rita from 2YH and then yesterday I did a concentrated cardio work-out, and walked all over Busch Gardens. I'm feeling all of that today, and now I have a stomach ache to boot.

None of that, however, takes away from the Wonderful day I had yesterday.

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