And an even weirder reality.

Happy Underwear Day!

Yes. That is my beautiful ass.

You’re welcome.

What better way to start your Monday?

I had weird dreams all weekend.

I had one where I was pregnant and the rapper Rittz was my doctor. He just kept telling that everything was going great in between hits on a blunt.

I also had a dream where Nicky the Cook wanted me to perform his wedding to a chick he met online two days previously. When asked how Data K felt about this, given that they are still married and expecting a new son in February, he told him that it was her idea. And then he showed me a note from her proving it.

The weird part is that I wasn’t to surprised by either dream.

Mostly just confused.

Which is how I spend most of my waking time as well.

Mildly surprised and extremely confused.

So workout starts again this morning.

Three days of cardio and two days of full body workouts.

Being fat and feeling like dogshit are great and all, but I’ve got a wifey and kids to think about.

If I die, I can’t expect Beatle Sue to feed them forever.

She gets to retire and travel the world with Paul McCartney as some point.

Anyway, expect me to be tireder than usual this week.

Because I’m stacking actual exercise on top of all the other crap I have to do this week.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC