Day of Days

Woke up this morning and ate one of these:

Pear, Granola Muffin. Different, unique, and pretty good. Plus, a cup of plain yogurt and a cup of strawberries. Heck yeah, P90X Nutrition!

Then, on my way to work, I saw a motorcyclist in the middle of the road with a crashed bike and nobody else on the scene. He was definitely unconscious and his bike was definitely smashed. Too much liability to stop, so, being a good Samaritan, decided to call 911. It took them 15 minutes before they put me through to EMS/ambulance because I was on a parkway and they wanted a house number, which I could not provide. Twice in my life I've called 911. Both times in the Bronx. Both times, the 911 people have complained about not being able to find the address. Lesson: don't get hurt/let your house burn down in the Bronx.

Then, I taught all day. The police detective on the case called me back, but I'm not an eyewitness to what caused the crash, so I think I'm pretty useless to him. After school, we had newspaper club. Very exciting April Fool's edition coming out soon, and the "Issues Issue" is distributed tomorrow, to coincide with parent-teacher conference (a day where I'll be LUCKY if I can get home by 9:00 PM, + I get to do it again Friday afternoon).

Then, I drove to Muscle Maker Grill in Throggs Neck, which I learned to never, EVER, call MMG again (ask someone who's Dominican. They'll explain). After taking a roundabout way home (hour and a half round trip, and I never left the Bronx...) I came home and did P90X, back and biceps and ab ripper. Hoo Hah!

Then, I ate my Muscle Maker Grill Godfather while watching Mob Wives because I adore irony.

Next, Brad and I went to see Jeff Who Lives At Home. A bit predictable. I'm not sure if I liked it or loathed it to be honest.

Then, we walked around, grabbed some calming tea, and I bought fake nails:

I figured I needed some eccentric in my life.