I think it’s possible that my body is running out of tolerance for this diet thing. It’s still working; I was 215.4 this morning, but I’ve noticed that my afternoons have begun to get somewhat uncomfortable. Not like the back seat of a VW Bug uncomfortable (golf clap) but like I get a headache and I start to shake and sweat and spew pea soup out of my throat.

Actually, maybe I am just possessed.

Possessed or not, I shall be like a man possessed tonight during the “The Faint” concert! Oh yes indeed. Tonight is the night and the rock will be palpable! Until “Bright Eyes” takes the stage that is. Then the rock will be long gone, and nowhere to be seen.

On top of that bit of awesome, tomorrow is the much anticipated release of “The Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy”! Excited would be one word to describe me. Terrified would be another. What if it sucks? What if they destroy it? What if, against all recomendations to the contrary , I am forced to panic?

Today I am just chock full of energy. Last night when I left work I did something new and different. I didn’t go drink! Quite a change of pace from the previous week! Instead I mowed the lawn, weeded the “garden” and went to bed. At like 7:30pm. I was completely beat for some reason. Woke up at 6:45am this morning and felt like, at the minimum, 1.7 million bucks. Still do, except for the pea soup issue.