Quads are killing me. I dont know why I insist on running bleachers all the time after pt. But felt good. Also my account got hacked again. This time at a gas station. I used it to pat for gas and then my bank called me instantly to verify charges and there was $134 at the gas pump. So that sucks.
While I was getting ready for work, I stopped to watch the piece on the kidnapped child in Alabama. They showed the 2 grown children of the killed bus driver and the daughter goes "my dad wasn't just a hero on Tuesday, he was a hero my entire life. He was my hero."
Soooo fuckin happy it's Friday and I don't got shit to do til Sunday. Which I'm also pumped for since it not only being my first show with RB but they're supposedly hookin up a tv at the venue so I'll catch some of the "big game".