I can't be arsed to write an intro

I made an interesting physiological discovery about myself today.

Weighed myself this morning. Came in at 241 pounds. Then I went and did some chores at the church, then embarked on a 40 mile bike ride in the July sun. During and after the ride, I consumed ~ 1 gallon of liquids. Then I went to get a shower.

Before the shower, I weighed myself. Came in at 236 pounds.

Including the liquids I drank, that means that I lost 13 pounds of water during my bike ride.

Admittedly, some of that was lost through respiration, but still. That's a lot of sweat.

Inside: More about the bike ride but, fortunately, nothing else about how much I sweat.

Death and inauguration. 

And by "FAIL" I mean all of RIG's predictions.

Mum: Likes me.
Bro: Likes me.
Dad: Talked to me continually.
Gran: Likes me.
Friends: Failed to try to humiliate me.

Bullet-point diary. I've been holding back on being as smug as I should be since she clearly displays her lack of amusement with such an attitude and 9 of 10 fingernails are undamaged and sharp.

September always meant the same thing to me: the return to school and the inevitable frenetic week of canning that resulted after my cousin's ex Michel appeared out of the blue.

been sooo long.

I wake up, stagger to the bathroom, notice the living room light is on, go down stairs...

SWHTL is sitting in my recliner playing solitaire - too sore to sleep, can't relax.

I overhauled my site. Feedback is appreciated.

Now it's only one major release behind the current version of Drupal, instead of 2 and some change.

Inside: a re-cap of my whiny, pointless existence including the nastiest nightmare I ever had.

Topics:

Friends Visit
The Wife
Traveling to Chicago
Photography talk that has nothing to do with actual photography

Alternate title: Ah youth! Pass the bottle.

A weekend away coupled with a trip into my past.

Well it's been a weird day.

Update [2007-7-19 6:27:50 by anonimouse]: Cluestick, but not the entire cluestick

Inside: I have more fun than clock, although without the gingerbread.

11 days' retrospective

Went to the funeral, stuff to look forward to.

And Fridays are for fun, you fucking fucks.

Sorry, for not replying to your comments on my previous diary - I had to choose between $10/day internet access and two more beers with dinner each night and, you know, I really like beer.

I'm not sure exactly when family get-togethers became an excuse to down a bottle of rye, but I'm certainly not against this new tradition.

$3.99 for all you can eat?
Well, I'm a stuff my face to a funki beat!
We're gonna walk inside, and guess what's up:
Put some food in my plate, and some Coke in my cup
Give me some chicken, franks, and fries
And you can pass me a lettuce. I'm a pass it by
So keep shoveling, (Ha!) onto my plate
Give me some sweets and lots of cake
Give me some hot Macaroni and Cheese!
Give me, some more food PLEASE!!!!
Give me some buloni, salami, and ham
Toast with butter and strawberry jam
I love it whether the food is cold or hot
Put a burger on the plate, and it'll hit the spot
We'll eat everything. An incredible feat
$3.99 for all you can eat!