The Mighty Spicket River is looking mighty dry today.
I’ve been on death’s door for the last eight days with the world’s first terminal head cold. I’m hoping I will pull through in time to see the Smashing Pumpkins at the end of the month. Who knows.
I went to Weight Watchers today and almost, almost hit the 50 pound mark. Missed it by that much. When we got home from vacation I was up overall, then I got sick and didn’t eat for a week and was suddenly down eight pounds since the last weigh in! WOOHOO It’s been two months of sliding off the wagon. Time to get my shit together again. I want the 50 pound mark. Hell, I want the 200 pound mark but 50 is only a couple of pounds away right now. Set attainable goals and all that shit, right?
Inside the Red Head's Head 