So I go running with a new record: 20 laps around the FMG track. Only problem is that by lap 16 my thighs were seriously chafing. Even Ian saw me kept grabbing my crotch. I thought I needed a bikini wax, but upon further inspection, it's just my fat thighs. Sigh. Sighs with the thighs. I think I have to invest in boxer-briefs or bicycle shorts.
$$$Cha-Ching!!!$$$
So I got a cheque in the mail today from my car insurance company because they screwed up somehow. I was so worried because when I saw the envelope I thought it was one of those "you have to pay even more now because..." letters. But nope, score Jason. Casino money! (Not really, but I am very determined to at least play Blackjack or Casino War when I take my day off on Wednesday, April 20, 2005. Remember that day because that's the day I get rich; or most likely not. Hey, I need to get this out of my system)
Still dreaming of the recumbent, I am growing impatient with my tax return. I shouldn't complain, though, for my Tito Cesar is doing it for free after all. But still, with the bike and the Philippines trip coming up, talk about an expensive summer. Luckily I will pay off my car by July (fingers crossing fingers crossing)
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