Its the title of a Johnny Cash song about a guy awaiting execution and they keep counting down. Its the opposite for me. In 25 minutes or so I won't have to come into work until next Tuesday, thats almost a week of being as lazy as I want to be. I can't wait. It can't come soon enough. Just 25 to go.

Plans for tonight are to hang out with Brett. He's coming over and we'll get some takeout and hang. Chill with the dog. Tomorrow night, John Mayer & Sheryl Crow in concert at Jones Beach. Rest of the week, who knows, who cares. No work. It doesn't matter.

So I've been at my parents house all week, and it has its perks and its drawbacks. There's central air, which is a perk, and I get to spend time with Keyser. Downside is, he has a way of getting on my nerves quickly. But he's cute, so he redeems himself. Other downside, they only have a crappy old exercise bike to workout on, and the little computer thing on it is fried, so the only way I can keep track of how I'm doing is the old fashioned way, by watch, or by the playlist I use, which is exactly 45 minutes. But I also can't keep track of how far I've gone, speed, calories, any of that fun stuff. Oh well. I'll be back at home and on the elliptical in no time. I'm curious how I'm doing this week too. I usually weigh myself, unofficially every morning to keep track of how I'm doing. See what works and doesn't work food and exercise wise. Can't do that this week, as there's no scale at my parents. I think I may have to head home Friday morning to weigh in officially. I'm very curious what it'll say. All my clothes feel looser than usual, and I've been behaving myself at my parents, so thats all good.

Alright, back to work, and only a few minutes to go.

So my brother has the distinction of having thrown the lamest party ever. A grand total of maybe 15 people showed up, which is really pathetic. My roommate came for awhile but then headed home, and I proceeded to drink way too much, so we never played to the "crowd." I didn't have a bad time, until everyone left and I felt really sick and couldn't lay down without the room spinning. There really is only one solution when it gets that bad. Go sit in front of the toilet and vomit until you can't vomit no more, and thats what I did. I ate a little bit too much crap, like chips and cookies and whatnot, so puking might have actually been a good thing. (Please note the sarcasm, if you can. I would never, ever, ever, ever, ever advocate bulimia as a weight loss method. Only anorexia. Kidding again. Sheesh).

Anyway, after that I actually managed to pass out. It definitely wasn't a pleasant experience, and hopefully there will be no repeat performance anytime soon. Note to self, don't drink three bottles of Three Philosphers Ale. The stuff comes in like a 24 or so oz. bottle, and has like 9.8% alcohol by volume. So yeah, potent stuff. Sunday was spent resting and recuperating. I packed up some stuff and headed back to my house, to basically unload all that stuff, exercise, shower, and then pack up enough work and regular clothes to last a few days at my parents. My brother had to go into the city early this morning so I had to stay the night so I could walk and feed Keyser in the morning. I'll be back there tonight, and tomorrow and probably the rest of the week too watching after the house and the pooch.

Want to hear something messed up? So, my dad bought a Corvette a few months back, and it is a beautiful piece of machinery. He bought it around the last time they went away. In fact, the car came into the dealership before they went away, but he didn't pick it up until after they came back because he didn't want it to be in my brother's hands for that long. So this time around, he actually gave my brother permission to drive it, 500 miles. Me, I get to put 2 on it. Thats unfair! With 500 miles my brother could drive it to and from work every day this week and still have like 150 miles to go joyriding with. I call bullshit. I was so tempted to take it this morning. But it was raining, so I thought better of it. But I do plan on driving it at some point this week. I've only gotten to take it for a spin three times since he got it, twice he was in the car, so no real fun could be had.

In other news, one of the guitars I've been eying showed up on eBay for a really big discount. It retails for about $2100, and this place was selling one used, but in really good shape, for $1400. Thats a third off. I'm so tempted. I'd buy it and shove it in a closet at my parents and not play it until I hit my goal. So tempting. What to do what to do? I'll figure it out. I have 4 days. In the meantime I sold two effects pedals on eBay, one guy already said he'd send a money order, the other I haven't heard from. May have to start sending unkind e-mails. We shall see.

Alright, back to work.

Unfortunately its for work, and not pleasure. And even more unfortunate, its Friday, so I have a feeling traffic is going to suck getting there and back. But, to be honest, traffic always sucks heading out there, which is why I hate going. The only positive is that usually there's only a few hours of work to be had, so its like working a half a day and getting paid for a full one, which, is pretty sweet. Plus, I get paid for any travel time, so the second I get in my car to go out there, I'm on the clock. But still, it could be awhile to get there and home, so no smile on my face.

Alright, time for a status report. I knew it was only a matter of time before things slowed down, and they have this week. I can't tell if I'm upset by it or pissed. I should be happy because it means I'm losing in a healthier way and not losing a lot of weight at once which is kind of freaky. But pissed, because I want to hit my goal already! I know, patience is key, so I'll stick in there. I know I need to do better on the weekends, so thats the goal this weekend, despite my brother's party where there will be way too much crap to eat. I'll just have to do my best to behave with the food and drinking. OK, so the results.

I lost 1 single solitary pound. So thats 31 down, 49 to go with my new goal in place. And I'm 39% of the way there. Fun times.

In sort of stream of consciousness news, I was telling my boss about a call I had to make to Microsoft and how foreign the guy sounded. So I told him about that show on FX, 30 Days, by the guy that did Super Size Me. I was telling him about the episode where the guy lost his computer programming job to outsourcing to India, so they sent him to India to month to try and get a job. So I told my boss about Super Size Me and offered to make him a copy. So last night I decided to watch it, mostly to reinforce my current ban on fast food (except Burger King croissanwhiches, which rock!) and instead of thinking, oh God, I never want McDonalds again, all I was craving was their fries. Of course I didn't get any, but the movie had the reverse effect it should've. I think I'll keep on surviving without McD's though. So we're safe.

Alright, time to get ready and hit the Hamptons. Fun times! Have a good weekend everyone!

Living with you, wha ah! It was gooooood!

Sorry, couldn't help myself. I went to see Better Then Ezra last night in the city, so they're kind of stuck in my head. Great band, especially live. I'm glad the 90's didn't chew them up and spit them out and they're still out there, touring and making music. Funny guys too. The bassist said that after spending two days in the city that he'd like to move there, and the lead singer/guitarist said only if he had a liver donor already lined up and a dialysis machine on standby. Good show though. I'm glad I bothered to check their website a week and a half ago and saw they were playing this show. Then I cashed in my Amex Reward Points and got a free ticket. Pretty sweet.

Other than that, nothing to report. I never heard back from that girl, and honestly, I wasn't expecting to, and nor am I upset about it. So good riddance. Saves me the hassle of having to send the, I'm not into you, e-mail. Lets see, what else, my brother's party is on Saturday and I was jamming/rehearsing with my roommate, and only about 3 or 4 songs sounded decent, the rest, sucked. So we'll see what we'll do, if anything. He said he'd back me up acoustically, which is cool. Its actually supposed to rain, which means we may have to do it inside, which would kind of suck. We'll see.

Nothing else really, weigh in tomorrow with a larger goal in site. Fun times.

And, I can't believe I missed this one, my last post was #666. Damn.

In light of my doctors appointment yesterday and him shattering my idea of what a good weight loss goal is, I've set a new goal, his suggested goal. So, instead of it being 50 Pounds to a Les Paul, in which case I was already 60% of the way there, or 30 pounds if you can't do the math. Its now been adjusted, to 80 Pounds to a Les Paul. And just because I need Excel to do the math for me, here are the new stats.

30 down, 50 to go and 38% there.

Let the fun begin, again.

Back at work on Tuesday after a nice long three day weekend. 4 days of work this week, another normal weekend, then two days of work next week, then, practically a week off as I'm taking Wednesday the 30th, Thursday the 31st and Friday the 1st off. Should be nice, and relaxing, I'm hoping. So heres what happened this weekend.

I went to my parents on Friday night and just hung around. Got up early on Saturday and went out to breakfast with my dad, which we seem to do about once a month, which is nice. I was then greeted by a voice mail on my phone at 8:20 from my guitar teacher saying he had to jump on a new apartment and was going to spend the weekend moving, so no lesson, which I understand. I went with my mom to Best Buy to finally get her in the 21st century and ditch her film camera for a digital one. She got a nice Canon Elph, 6 mega pixels, with a pretty big LCD screen, and a gig card for it. She should be able to take plenty of photos on vacation in the Cayman Islands next week. At some point in the afternoon I went back to my place and just chilled out. Exercised at some point, played some guitar, heard Seth and Shari come home from Vegas so hung out with them for awhile, and that was about it.

Sunday morning I got up, exercised again, went to donate platelets, came home and did more of the same. I was waiting for the girl I went out with last week to call to make plans for dinner that night, but as the day wore on I kind of figured she wouldn't call, and honestly, I wasn't too upset about it. But sure enough, she called. So we went out, had a nice time, and left it at that she would call or e-mail me, neither of which has happened yet, which again, is fine with me. I wasn't too into her anyway. One of these days I'll find someone, in the meantime, I'm focusing on me.

Considering what my orthopedic doctor told me yesterday, I need to focus more. So my knee is fine, all healed up, again, and of course the doctor stresses again, lose weight, hit the gym and strengthen your quad muscle, as thats the only way to prevent injuring myself again. That, and staying off of motorcycles. He throws a target weight out for me, and my jaw dropped, and I had to ask if he was serious. He said he was, and I had my mom ask the doctor in her office to corroborate, and sure enough, thats my ideal healthy weight. Problem is, its 50 pounds less than what I weigh now! I've already lost 30 pounds, so now I have to lose 50 more? 80 pounds? Thats crazy. I know I can do it, it'll just take time. But still, 50 more, damn. I thought the 30 I lost was good, and the goal of 50, of which I'm 20 pounds away from was good goal, but I guess not. So I guess I have to reconfigure my goal/challenge to myself, which is probably a good thing, considering by the time I lose 50 additional pounds I'll be able to actually afford a new guitar. We'll see.

I have no catchy title for you today, sorry. For some reason, I'm just exhausted. I don't know why. I'm pretty sure I got plenty of sleep. I think its just been a long week, and the weekend will be a welcome respite from the week that passed. Its been pretty busy, which I guess is a good thing. And, it'll be a three day weekend since I'm taking Monday off to go back to the orthopedic doctor for a follow-up on my knee. I could've just taken a half day, but I figured, what the hell, why not, take the whole day!

Plans for this weekend are not really extensive. To my parents, probably tonight, but thats it. I want to be back in my own house on Saturday night, why, no clue. Its not like I have anything planned. I'd just prefer it that way. Guitar lesson as usual on Saturday. Sunday I'm donating platelets, again, and hopefully going out with the girl again. Monday, doctor, and relaxing for the rest of the day. Not bad. I hope it all goes as planned.

OK, so time for the Friday update. The dramatic drops seen earlier in the week ceased, which I guess is a good thing, because losing too much too fast can't be good for you, but there was still a substantial drop this week, and hopefully I won't mess it up this weekend. Hopefully. So here we go. Drum roll please...

I am down another 8 pounds this week, for a grand total of 30 pounds lost, with only 20 to go, and am currently 60% towards my goal. I just plowed through that halfway mark with a vengeance. So much for dreading about plateauing around the halfway point. Lets hope this continues, but I at a better rate, as I don't think losing 8 a week is a good thing, all the time. I'd tell my mom the good news, but I don't want her yelling at me again!

Alright, thats enough for now. Have a great weekend everyone!

I know I'm going to say crazy for posing this question, but I'm going to throw it out there anyway. And its not like I'm complaining, because honestly, there are a lot worse things to complain about. But, is it possible to lose weight too quickly? I'm sure there are health risks and whatnot, but I seem to be dropping the pounds at an alarming rate this week. I weighed myself on Monday to see what kind of damage the weekend did, and saw a 3 pound drop. Between Monday and this morning I'm down another 4, and I can only imagine what the scale will read on Friday. Is my metabolism just kicking into high gear? I have no idea. I'm sticking to my diet and I don't feel like I'm starving myself or anything. I've actually taken to snacking a bit more lately. I'll grab the occasional candy off my boss's desk, have some popcorn at night when I get home, that kind of thing. I started exercising again on Monday, and I feel great, I just think its a little weird to drop pounds at this rate. But like I said, not complaining.

So the date went really well last night. It was kind of quick, just dinner and nothing else, but she seemed interested, and did say that she'd go out again, which is cool. I liked her too, which is nice. Hopefully this one will work out, but again, for the millionth time, I'm not getting my hopes or expectations up too high. Trying to avoid disappointment and the inevitable retail therapy that ensues after it. The last two girls I went out with that I really really liked and that basically dumped me, afterwards I went out and bought my Strat and amp with one, and my HD TV for the other. My wallet can't take that kind of damage again. I'm try to save money here!

Alright, back to work!

I'm officially pooped out. I went home last night, exercised on the elliptical for the first time in a week, tried out the whole mic into my small amp thing, watched some TV and passed out at like 9:30. That was my evening. Pathetic right? Today we're shortstaffed at work as one of my co-workers is out at a satellite office training people on this new system, so I've been running around work more than usual. I just disassembled and carted upstairs 8 PC's, complete with heavy ass monitors. It took 3 trips to get everything up using the cart I had. So now I'm exhausted, again, and sweating a bit too much, and oh yeah, I have a date tonight right after work.

I haven't mentioned it until now because honestly, I try not to get my hopes up anymore. I've gone on so many bad dates, that I'm really tired of dating. I just want to skip that whole step and go right to a relationship, but unfortunately that can't happen. I hope it goes well tonight, but if it doesn't, oh well. Like I said, no expectations or high hopes on this one. I just hope I don't look like a disheveled sweaty bastard. I think I'll be cooled off by then. Plus, I brought a change of clothes.

Speaking of, none of mine, especially my work stuff, fit anymore. Everything is sagging off of me. Its kind of comical. I bought a bunch of new regular (non-work stuff), but had to send back two pairs of shorts I bought (to replace the one that died in my motorcycle accident, (that line is just so funny to actually type, let alone say out loud)) and they were both way too big. I had to ship them back to Eddie Bauer and go a size smaller. Even the shirts I buy are feeling like dresses. I usually wear a 2X Tall, I wonder if I should try out a 1X Tall. Hmmm. I know I shouldn't be bitching about losing weight and my clothes not fitting, but its a pain because replacing them will cost money, and I'm trying to save, not spend right now. Maybe I can con my mom into paying. Hmmm. Interesting.

Alright, back to work to try and cool off.

I know I've said it a million times before, but weekends aren't long enough. This one just blew right by, and it was jammed packed with a lot of running around. But it was all good. An enjoyable weekend, I must admit.

Friday night I just went to my parents to dog sit, as they were out to eat with one of my dad's ex-partners. While sitting at home with the pooch I did my laundry, and figured out how to play most of the Foo Fighters "Everlong" which is surprisingly easy to play. While doing that, and on a train into the city the next day I got the inspiration to attempt to do something cool. My brother is throwing his annual house party when my parents go away, so I was debating throwing about 10 or 12 songs together, that I knew down pat, and the words so I can sing, and setting up my gutiar and amp on the deck outside, plugging my roommates mic into my practice amp and doing a little solo set of cover tunes. I think it could be cool, and something different for the party this year. We shall see if I actually go through with it though.

Saturday during the day I ran around like a madman. I had to go back to my house to pick up a money order that was waiting for me at the post office there. Then to the bank to deposit said money order, then to my house to try to figure out what was wrong with my TV. I rewired my entertainment center the other night and since then my TV stopped functioning with a certain HD input, which was annoying. It wasn't the cable or the cable box, so it turned out to be the port on the TV. I got it to work by jamming something inbetween the HDMI cable and the set of cables below it to kind of prop it up, but thats just a workaround. I guess I need to start the process of getting the TV fixed, which is a pain.

After all that it was back to my parents house to box up some stuff I needed to ship out. So then to the post office to ship out said boxes, then to get my car washed because it was filthy and needed it. Then to Best Buy, then home and guitar lesson. Lunch, then back to my house to relax a little before heading into the city to see Dashboard Confessional. They were damn good. They didn't really play for long, but it was good. I saw them at Radio City Music Hall, which is a great place to see a show. The acoustics were phenomenal. You could make out everything, the vocals, the guitars, everything, whereas usually at a concert everything is all muddy sounding. This was great. Then it was back home and to bed.

Sunday I had to go to the unveiling of my mom's uncle's tombstone. He died back in November, and this was the first time everyone, including family from Israel could get over here to do it. After that it was back to my parents house again, where everyone had some food, then hit the pool. Odd sounding, I know, from cemetery to pool in under three hours. Crazy. After a little relaxing in the sun my dad actually let me drive his Corvette solo. I took my cousin from Israel for a spin, since they don't really have Corvettes over there, and even let him drive it. After the obligatory photo op for him to show his friends back home.

After all that fun I packed up all my stuff and went back to my house, for good this time. Unpacked my laundry, and relaxed. Watched some TV, restrung my guitars, and other stuff before going to bed around midnight. I woke up this morning and just did not want to get out of bed, which is never fun. I was just exhausted. Too much running around.

So get this though, I ate like crap all weekend long. Especially yesterday where my mom bought chocolate chip cookies and we had this crazy chocolate cake, so of course I indulged. I stepped on the scale this morning expecting to see some serious damage, but shockingly, I was down three pounds from Friday. Crazy, right? Back to exercising tonight though as I think my knee can handle it. Fun times.

Alright, back to work!

It's Friday! Awesome. Thats the only word for it. Awesome. Even though it was a shorter week for me with the day off on Monday, it doesn't really count, since I spent it at the doctor and laid up in bed with an ice pack on my knee, which is much better by the way. Still stiff, but I'm working on it. I took a three lap walk around this park/lake across the way from my house last night, did two laps the night before. It was about an hour of walking, which was good, but about all I could take. I'm hoping to get back on the elliptical and resume regular work outs by Sunday. We'll give it a test run then, see how it does. So time for the weekly update. Here goes:

I lost another 2 pounds, which is quite shocking, considering I ate like a pig at my parents house last Friday, and haven't really exercised since Sunday due to my knee. So with those 2, it brings my total up to 22 down, 28 to go, and we're 44% there. Pretty cool, huh? I'm anxious to get back to serious exercise though and get this going.

Tonight I have to go to my parents to dog sit, so hopefully I'll be able to control myself. Then Saturday, I'm hoping to get my car washed, since its nasty, then the usual guitar lesson, than into the city to see Dashboard Confessional at Radio City Music Hall. That should be fun. Sunday morning I have to go to a tombstone unveiling for my mom's uncle that died back in November, then after that everyone is going back to my parents house for food. My mom told me to make sure I bring my bathing suit, which was a weird request to make, especially since we'll be coming from something morbid, but whatever. Swimming sounds like fun. Some of my relatives from Israel will be in town for it, since it was their grandfather, so it'll be good to see them, since we obviously don't get to see each other too often.

And thats about it for my plans for the next few days. Seth and Rob, my roommate, nixed my band name idea, but we came up with a new one, which I like better. The best part is, the domain name is free, and there's no band with that name out currently. So we can stake our claim on it, once we make it official! I know, I need to find a way to fill all the time I have on my hands.

Back to work. Have a great weekend!

That word would best describe this week. And I don't just mean what I'm doing with my leg while I try to walk. This week just seems like its taking forever to get to Friday. Know what I mean? Not like I have anything huge planned for the weekend. Concert on Saturday night, family function on Sunday. Fun stuff.

The leg is healing, and unfortunately the truth is out. My mom, who works for my primary care physician, got a letter from my orthopedic doctor summing up the reason for my visit and treatment. So I get a phone call from my mother a little while ago, and the first words out of her mouth are, "You fell off a motorcycle?!?!" All of a sudden my heart and mind are racing, thinking to myself, how the hell did she know that? Then she explained it, and I simply said F it, and explained it all. Of course she called my dad before she called me, and he was calling me while I was on the phone with her. I can't win, huh?

Yeah, so basically I attempted to learn how to ride a motorcycle, with disastrous results. I didn't make it twenty feet before I started working everything incorrectly and wiped out, dragging my leg down with me. Thankfully I didn't get hurt worse, the bike, which wasn't mine, obviously, was OK, and I'm healing up. All that was ruined was a perfectly good pair of shorts that I was wearing. Very little harm, very small foul. Lesson learned, believe me. That is the first and last time I get on a motorcycle.

My knee is healing up, again, slowly but surely. I'm trying to limit the hobbling around the office that I do, but the more I work out the kinks in it, the more motion I get out of it, like last time. The real pain in the ass thing, is the bottom of my foot, not quite the heal, but the bottom ball of my foot really hurts. So stepping down is a little painful. I'm sure that'll go away in a few days. They x-rayed that yesterday too and it came back negative.

Everyone at work is trying to guess just what I did, but I'm still not telling. Too embarrassing. I did concoct this story that I told to my brothers friend, knowing that he'd blab to my brother. I said I was out drinking a little with my roommate at a bar near our house and after a few beers and a good buzz, who were to walk into the place, but my ho of an ex-girlfriend, complete with her new boyfriend in tow. Not wanting anything to do with them, I proceeded to leave, but made some passing wholly negative comment on my way out. Words were exchanged, and when push came to shove we went outside and I swung at him and knocked him down. While he was down, like a wuss, he kicked my knee and it buckled again. Sounds cool, right? Too bad that didn't even come close to happening. Would've been funny though, considering I've never been in a fight and have never thrown a punch in my life.

So the healing continues. Fun times ahead. I just hope it gets better fast so I can get back to exercising again. Although I stepped on the scale this morning and it was reading a half pound down from the weigh in on Thursday. Thats a good sign.

Alright, back to work, have a good week everyone. Think healing thoughts.

OK, I'll be the first to admit it when I'm a moron, so right now I'll make that statement. I'm a moron. My whole exercise regime had a giant monkey wrench thrown in it from my own stupidity. I don't want to go into detail because I'm really embarrassed about it all, but lets just say I re-injured my knee. Not as bad as I did a month or so ago, but still bad enough that I'm limping around again. I had to burn another sick day to go back to the doctor and get x-rays taken. No MRI needed as, like I said, its not that bad, just bad enough. The doctor gave me a shot of cortisone/novacaine and drained the fluid out of the joint (mostly looked like blood to me) and sent me on my merry way, with a followup appointment in two weeks time.

So I can't exercise, which is a shame because I was making such good progress, but I'm not going to let this get me down. I'm going to stick with the diet and hope that at least I'll be able to maintain a bit. I kind of pigged out a bit last Friday when I had off and spent the day at my parents house. Definitely paid the price the next time I stepped on a scale, so if I can just erase that from eating right, I'll get back on the elliptical when my knee will permit me.

Mostly I'm just pissed at myself for doing something so stupid and hurting myself. Lets just say I knew that said activity was a really dumb thing to do and that there was a great chance for personal injury, but I decided to give it a shot anyway. Lets just say I learned that lesson the hard way. That will be the first and last time I do something like that ever again. If you want details of just how stupid I am, leave a comment and I'll tell you, I just don't want to say it here, as I haven't told my parents, brother or co-workers just how I hurt myself again, just my roommates, especially since one of them was present at the time of injury.

Alright, back to relaxing and icing my knee.

I meant to mention this in an earlier post, but it must've slipped my mind. After months of giving a typical, that's none of your business reply, my best friend Seth has finally acknowledged what I've assumed for months, that he's moving into my place. I'm psyched about it. I just hope living with him and his girlfriend, and them living together doesn't get weird. I doubt it will, and I'm excited for the month to progress so one roommate can leave and the new one can come in. In fact, Friday afternoon Shari is borrowing her dad's minivan and we're driving into the city to help Seth move some non-essential stuff, mostly books and CD's according to him. Of course, that non-essential stuff probably weighs a ton. I just hope the heat wave breaks and its not 95+ degrees. According to my weather widget, it'll be 90 with thunderstorms. Awesome.

So I finally passed out last night at a little after 4 AM. This was after watching nearly all of the first disc of season one of Grey's Anatomy on DVD. I can't believe I couldn't fall asleep to save my life. And of course, now I'm exhausted. I just hope I make it through the day, and make it to my parents in one piece. I have no idea how I'll wake up so damn early tomorrow to get my car serviced, I have a feeling I'll go to my parents, start my laundry, and pass out.

OK, so since I'm not at my place tomorrow morning for the official weigh in, I did it this morning, and the results are as follows. Drum roll please....

Lost another 5 pounds, for a grand total of 20, with 30 to go, 40% to my goal. Having a good weekend helped, thats for sure. I'm excited about the progress, especially since I'm 5 or so away from my all time low from way back in 2003. Cool deal. I am also accepting pledges, so donate if you're feeling generous. A buck a pound or more, whatever you want, I'm cool with it! =)

Alright, back to work!

Yeah, so its like 2 AM and I can't sleep. I was sleeping earlier, but made the mistake of getting up, taking out my contacts and just generally moving around. I came home from work, exercised in the almost 100 degree heat in a non AC room in my house and thought I was going to die from not being able to breathe and generally sweating to death. I went into my room to cool off in the cranked AC, took a shower, went back in my room, laid down, and passed out. For three and a half hours. Now, I can't sleep. Crap.

And boy, do I feel like I need it. Very busy week of work, so shortening it will be very sweet. Its odd, because my boss is on vacation, so usually thats free license to slack off, there's just been too much to do and too much going on, which I guess is a good thing. Most of the time I turn around and its already late afternoon, which is nice.

I originally took Friday off to go see the orthopedic doctor about this weird tingling I've been feeling in my shoulder/back/neck area, all in the same spot, kind of like the nexus point of the three, but it got rescheduled to next week. So now I'm just going to get my car serviced, maybe a hair cut, maybe go to the Apple store and get my laptop looked at, its been funky lately. It still works, its just that the battery doesn't hold a charge for long anymore, and it makes some weird noise, like something is loose inside or something. We'll see what happens. So as a result of needing to be up at the ass crack of dawn and in my parents neighborhood, I'm staying at their house Thursday night, were there is no scale. So I'm just going to do my weigh in for the week tomorrow morning.

I'm curious what its going to say, as I'm already at the one month point on this little adventure. I realize that I'm not going to see results like this every month, especially as I get closer and closer to my goal, I know it'll get harder and harder. I've been taking a look at what I actually eat most days, and decided its time to start cutting back. For example, I got Chinese for lunch on Monday, instead of the usual sized meal, I got the cheaper lunch special, which was smaller, but just as filling. When I hit the deli, no more hero's, it'll be sandwiches on a roll instead. That type of stuff.

Alright, back to work. I shall report results tomorrow! Adios muchachos!