So far, I've managed to stay in my air conditioned bedroom until after 3 pm fucking around on "The Internets" accomplishing honestly very little. Untrue. I jerked off to porn. Twice. I finally dropped my cock long enough to grab some lunch, being careful not to confuse the two. By then, The Hellcat was up and ready to start his "day". After eating, I grabbed a shower and did a little "personal" grooming. You could eat off my hole it's so clean. Have I gone too far? A trip to the gym and a very rough workout was next. We had decided to throw in a "light" leg routine since I had a couple of days recovery time. This is crucial as the last time I worked my legs I could barely walk by the next night. It made working on my feet for ten hours problematic.
40 minutes and about a half dozen leg routines later, I was as wobbly as a faggot on 1/2 priced martini night. Idiotically, we followed that with a 20 minute cardio session. Anybody know if creatine really does cure muscle soreness? I'm going to be hobbling around the apartment tomorrow I can feel it already.
In other news ...
Big doin's in the neighborhood this week. I'm sure you've heard wherever you hail from, but this week marked the grand opening of the very first 7-11 on the island of Manhattan. I know! First a Home Depot and now Slurpee's! We're quite excited. Even more thrilling, it's just blocks from my castle high atop Second Avenue. Nothing says nutrition like some 7-11 nachos and a Coca-Cola Slurpee. Oh Thank Heaven indeed!
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