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so as typical, yet fun, as yesterday was, it ended very atypically...

it was Sunday, so I went to mass with my family, and then got to eat lunch... it was one of the few days where eric got to eat a full meal because our soccer game was so far out that he would have time to digest everything. I, according to my character, finished only half of my lunch, requiring my use of a doggy bag (although I have no dog... currently) to transport my vittles home.

after that, I had some time to kill, so I started my laundry and took a nap.

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naps are nice. they are at times overrated, because if you do not get precisely the right amount of nap-time then you actually wake up more groggy than before... but a well timed nap is priceless...

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anyhow, after my nap, I was able to make it to the field on time for our soccer game (which we won - and that is always cool)...

so that is all normal. I got home and was stinky... then I debated on whether or not I should do yard work...

the debate was rather dynamic, albeit short. I listed all the pros and cons and I argued both sides.

the abrupt end was reached when I concluded that I could not possibly do work without a weed wacker...

so I must either fix the one at my mom's house, or buy a new one.

(this means that I probably will not be able to do my yard work until Thursday, since I will only be able to get the said machine from my mother's house today, and then tomorrow and wednesday will be a no good for work because of soccer and dinner)

the debate being complete, I was strangely motivated to work-out, so I did. Afterwards I ate my leftovers from lunch and I passed in and out of consciousness while lying on the couch watching randoms local channels .

I regained full coherence at around 11:30pm... this was disturbing because I usually go to bed around this time, especially on a Sunday night. My sleep schedule has now been corrupted, and I know that I will regret it later this week, but nonetheless I was up.

So, I transferred my laundry to the dryer and then realized that I was quite hungry. Technically, I only had one meal that day - granted it was spread out over two different times - but it amounted to one meal.

I was actually willing to go to McDonald's to grab a couple of chesseburgers and a side of fries...

but they were closed, so I did not. I had wasted too much time debating on if I should actually eat this late, neither Mcdonald's not Taco Bell were open (at least the ones closest to my home) as it was already 12:30am

with my stomach in a full fit of grumbling, I decided to go to the place I would normally like to go, but due to the actual distance, I refrain for times when it is more convenient or more dire, for lack of a better word.

white castle.

yes, I trekked the extra eight miles to fill the hole that is my stomach.

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I had just watch Harold and Kumar go to White Castle (hilarious, by the way), and I was not privy to the zany adventures to which they encountered.

although I saw several dead skunks on the road.

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the dead skunks, however, did not lessen my appetite.