An update of sorts.

Good god, people, why didn't you tell me I got so fucking fat?  I went out to karaoke last night and I just saw some pictures and dear lord I look horrible.  (No, I didn't sing anything.  The amount of liquid confidence needed to convince me that I should get on stage and brutalize an audience with the horrid sound of my singing voice is more than enough to ensure I could not physically reach the stage.)

You know what?  The religious folk love me.  Whenever I have them in the taxi, they adore me.  At the end of the ride, they invite me to their church and give me magazines and bibles.  Why?  Because I take them seriously and have actual discussions and I can quote the bible like nobody's business.  I particularly excel in finding common ground between believers and non believers.  It's always a good time, even when the discussions get heated.  Even then, they still want me to give me hugs, shake my hand and hand me scripture.

I'm sitting at work waiting for Jacquelyn to pick up the car from the dealer (routine maintenance) so we can go to kiwikat's for dinner.  That should be some good time!  (It better, or else!)

This weekend will be filled with algebra homework (roots of polynomials!) and poems with structural ingenuities.  I may also decide to adopt an eating disorder.  Or ride a bike.

You may as well stop reading now.  Im probably not going to say much of substance.  I'm feeling pretty low on myself today.  Lately.  I hope I win that writing contest.  I could use the ego boost right about now.

Yup, I was right.  This is it.  Nothing else.  How small and and weak and human I feel today.  I am disgusted.

Bye.