Caterwauling

Diet forecast: dismal.

I’ve stuck to my Atkins wonderland pretty faithfully (aside from some rum drinks on Tuesday night, and I’m sure I’ll indulge again at Scott’s party tomorrow night), but the scale seems to be pointing in the wrong direction. And I’ve had no luck with the color change on my Ketostix, but I realize that they expired (!) and that it could just be a false reading. That, and PMS is abounding, so whatever water I’m drinking, I’m retaining. Gaah!

So, I guess it would be fair to say, I’m no loser! 😉 Although I am certain that the smoking and caffeine are the culprits, so I’ve resorted to drinking decaf and broke down and had a Diet Cherry Coke this evening. But in other news, I am damn proud of myself for not having had sweets once during the past two weeks. So, I’m going to stop looking at the numbers and concentrate on enjoying the salads I’ve been forcing myself to eat!

… Garfield!

(Something about those younger men. …)

My boy turned 25 today!

(Story link via Shawn)

Sweet ever-loving cripes.

Left work a few minutes ago. Thought I’d go to the grocery store, but oh hell no. It was pouring like a motherfucker. I got to Duke Street and was absolutely blinded. Never mind the fact that poor Samantha was bravely trying to keep from hydroplaning. I decided to turn around and come home when, after plowing through three inches of rain on the highway, I almost hit a cop. I thought he was pulled completely off the highway and that I was fine in my left lane, but about 5 feet before I would have hit him, I realized what I was about to do, so I pulled over three lanes and made a big fat turnaround.

Little featherweight sports cars do NOT survive well in tohurriquakes.

Rejected headline: ‘Green Eggs and Spam’

Not surprisingly, 70 percent of all e-mail, by 2007, will be spam, according to the ePrivacy Group. That is, if we don’t make any changes from the way things are today.

After tabulating that I receive more than 1,900 spams a week, including crap from assholes who spoof my domain, I think the Internet mascot should be Uncle Spam.