Things just ain’t the same for gangstas, but I’m a little too famous to shoot these prankstas.

I’m sitting in a hotel room in Falmouth waiting for my wife and her parents to get here. I’ve been here for about 3 hours, took a 20-minute walk downtown to White Hen and bought some Muscle Milk, an apple, and a low-carb Monster. I’m listening to Bill Simmons, I have Sports Center on in the background, and I’m enjoying sitting in the air conditioning. It’s nice to actually have warm weather after weeks of rain. Yesterday at work the storm was so strong that part of the ceiling collapsed and water poured into the building, soaking the place. I’m glad I don’t work for maintenance.  The next two days at the beach should be most enjoyable.

My neck and shoulders are killing me and I don’t know why. I’ve never experienced stress manifesting as a neck pain, so I’m not sure how that feels, but considering I’m not stressed out right now it wouldn’t make sense anyway. I must have just laid on the hotel bed awkwardly.

I still don’t think this weekend is going to be good food-wise, even though I’ve taken some good steps to minimize the damage.  Normally I would have gone out for Subway or gotten some slices of pizza for a lonesome dinner, but I convinced myself to have a protein shake and an apple instead, plus another shake potentially for breakfast if everybody wants Dunkin Donuts.  I would really like an omelet tomorrow but I don’t think we’ll have time.  I packed some beef jerky, almonds and cashews, almond butter, plus protein powder in bottles that I can have at the beach. While I’d like to think I’ll have healthy meals most of the time if we go out, I don’t know. I never know how I’m going to react in the moment.

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