We drove it back to downtown Durham to Robert's new house, which I think is just adorable. We had a hell of a time getting it in the house including:
- Having to remove the storm door closer in order to get it into the back laundry room area
- Tearing the linoleum in said area once we got it in there and moved it around to position it in front of the door leading into the kitchen
- Having to remove the door into the kitchen in order to get it through that door
- Having to run back to his apartment to get a hammer in order to remove said door
- Scratching the hell out of the front of the fridge pushing it through the doorway, which was tight even after removing the door.
While we were at his apartment to get the hammer, I took the opportunity to unload the items in my cooler that I'd brought for him, which consisted of:
- My "famous" salad that I'd made extra of, which he loves
- Some soy sauce-marinated chunks of boiled chicken breast
- Some clam dip that I make, which he loves
- A bag of pretzels to use as a vehicle for the clam dip.
After finally getting the fridge in the house and placed in the kitchen, we headed back to the mall, where we went into the food court to enjoy lunch—Robert's treat.
We ate at Five Guys and I had a cheeseburger with (the hottest ever) jalapeños, and Robert had a hamburger with sauteed mushrooms on it. We split a regular sized order of fries, which turned out to be a good choice, as there was more than enough for both of us.
Back home, I treated myself to a nap, and then at about 5:30 headed to the gym. I did my upper body routine upping my set count back up to five from four. I didn't do any ab crunches today, as I—as predicted—can feel my abs every time I cough or move a certain way from the ones I did yesterday.
I waffled about doing cardio, as I wanted to do at least 30 minutes, but that would put me finishing right at 7:00, and I like to be ready to leave the place when they close at seven, not just be finishing up my routine at seven. I ended up doing 20 minutes, for a 379-calorie burn.
We've had some severe storms passing through in the last day or so, and when I came home at one point, I saw this on the left side of the short road leading up into my townhouse area:
Limb is Right Up Against the Front Windows
I found this article rather interesting. It's entitled: Real names of 23 fictional characters.
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I met Joe at The Borough at a little after 9:00, where we had sandwiches, and—for me, at least—more fries.
Gene, the UPS guy, stopped to talked to us and ended up staying there until we were done and then walked over to Flex with us for a little Scareyoke.
There was a gaggle of Lesbians there, who got so shit-faced as the night progressed that I eventually moved way away from them. The only thing that increased at a rate faster than their alcohol consumption was the decibel level of their carrying on.
At one point they knocked a beer bottle off a ledge, and miraculously the bottle didn't break, but its contents spewed all over the place, including a few drops on Joe's leg. Yuengling wasted on the floor. That's alcohol abuse. Out of control.
At a little after midnight, I left Joe there talking with Gene and a guy named Phil, a friend of Gene's.