I swear I'm not making this up.
I planned to spend my Saturday in St. Pete, just to sit and watch the surf. They said it was supposed to be stormy, though, so I went shopping instead. I had a roast-beef sandwich and a shake for lunch, then bought a new pair of shoes, a pair of shorts and a shirt, a new sheet for the bed, a scale (ours stopped working this morning), solution for my contacts, soap, Scope, and some lotion. (One can only carry an unintentional theme so far.)
After another sandwich for dinner (this one BBQ) and a soda, I bought a sleeve for my iPod, and (really!) saw Shaq at the store.
Scary.
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