11.11.2001
 
Hmm... the way I figure it, if I can practice my pole dancing at least for half an hour a day, I'll have a decent and easy-to-follow workout schedule.

But that means no cups of dark liquid before bed 'lest I wake up in the morning with a major headache.

... and no, I'm talking about drinking Diet Coke w/ Lemon ("Behold! The legendary golden mead of all Aesir! Within it's dark depths promises and chains to the gods have been forged and heroes called to arms!") not chianti.

Hell, I don't even like chianti. It's rum and champagne all the way!

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