You'll never find another love like mine.
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Since joining the gym I haven't been going home for lunch much. I pack a lunch and bring it in then use the lunch hour to move weights around and sustain 160+ BPM on the ol' heart at that freakshow called Gold's Gym (saw Hulkster again there yesterday.) Today, however, I used the hour to go home, clean up the apartment and pack a suitcase with t-shirts, adapter cables, battery chargers and my baseball glove, as my little wife and I are headed to my beloved hometown - Chicago - tomorrow evening. I've got some scary-good seats in "screamer foul ball" section at Wrigley on Sunday, hence the Rawlings™. Our host, and our other traveling companion, the lovely and talented Trixy Sutton, each requested an itinerary chronicling the week's highlights, such as what we're doing and where we're eating. To that end, I jotted down some notes and tried to make some sense out of them in order to submit the schedule. It got a bit interesting and confusing, with all these arrows going either which way on the flowchart it became, so I gave up and wrote these words and emailed them to the appropriate parties on my lunch hour: "We're going to eat like stoned college kids and drink like sailors on leave the entire time we're there, so why bother planning?" I can't wait!

Tonight - Homestead.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!