Bally is such a shit hole. Yesterday, they didn't have any AC for forty of the fifty minutes I could stand to be there. In addition to the place being hot because of the lack of AC, everyone's combined sweatiness and body heat just turned the gym into a sauna. I thought I could handle the heat, since I've been improving on the intensity of my workouts, but at one point (the point where I stopped), I totally felt like throwing up and then passing out.

On my way home I was looking forward to seeing P, but once I got to my apartment I noticed he wasn't there. I was a little bummed, and then I saw two boxes of pizza on my dining table, along with a box of chicken wings. I poured myself some Hawaiian Punch and started eating. It was so good! One pie had pineapple and bacon, the other had sausage and tomatoes, and there was ranch dressing to go with the chicken. But after ten minutes of eating I was suddenly struck by a thought. It was all too perfect--the two pizza pies, the chicken, Hawaiian Punch, and the Olympics...have I died and gone to heaven? Maybe I wasn't in my apartment, happily munching away. Maybe I really did puke and pass out at the gym--oh no!

Yeah, I got over it after about ten seconds. I think I just scared myself since I'd never had a "died and gone to heaven" moment til then.