I didn't go to the cafeteria, since I didn't get to lunch until noon.

Okay, shoot: I just realized that some stuff I really need to get done by Wednesday is only in places I don't have access to.

I've been slowing down the eating until I'm throwing around more respectable weights, as I think I'm adding a lot of fat with the muscle and I don't want to have to get new, bigger trousers. If you want to know what I'm doing, here it is: I'm adding 60# per month to my squats until I'm back up to previous strength levels, then I'm going to continue adding 60# per month to my squats until I can't anymore, at which point I will re-evaluate and move to more sophisticated programming. Somewhere in there I'll start eating like a monster again, probably when I'm squatting over 300# again, which would be rather soon if it weren't for the hiatus around Christmas. Obviously, this is not a plan that works indefinitely. Two months, probably, three months, hopefully, one year, that would be awesome and impossible.

I had a dream about being a stagehand and there was a murder mystery going on which was being written by some non-fiction author. It was some odd stuff.

I have such a great view now. However, there are some cons: archaic phones, pop costs $1.25-$1.40 instead of $1.00, slightly further from the train, fewer food options, they don't have my access to stuff fixed at this location, too many people milling around my desk...

I enjoyed dinner last night! We should host one sometime soon. We'd make pot roast or something.

And, you know what, shuck that jive, I'm going to keep eating until I'm 70's big (sic). Even if I have to get new pants. I will probably have to wait until after Christmas to really do it, though.

I'm really enjoying Emma. It's hard to read on the train sometimes, though.