I think I’m losing weight. Jeans fit me that did not use to. Ever since Vegas I’ve probably lost 5 or 10 pounds. Who knows why, but I’m not complaining.
[Friday] Drive to Alan’s at 8. Arrive at 11pm. Perhaps go to Lexi’s party for Scott’s birthday (if I don’t pass out when I get there).
[Saturday] Ice skating in the afternoon (?). Alan has ice hockey in the evening.
[Sunday] Alan’s parents are coming down for lunch (and no doubt grocery shopping). Superbowl (probably watching it at a restaurant because Alan doesn’t have a real TV with channels). Home lateish.
Feeling: I would feel better if I ate better stuff.
Listening to: Green Day – Boulevard of Broken Dreams