March 2007

3/10/07
On Saturday I picked up Jaybird and we went to the Cinemark over on Powers in order to acquire tickets for the 7:30 p.m. showing of 300. I finally used that Best Buy gift card to get Lumines. It's a pretty nifty game, it reminds me of Gravitude in a way. G'wan, give it a whirl. Later we had an early lunch at Old Chicago and took the long way back because I got lost and Jaybird's a shut-in who rarely goes out.

One thing that I've resolved is that I am not going to go to Denny's anymore for lunch or anything. My usual is an order of buffalo strips, a basket of fries and a coke. Sometimes I'll get an english muffin as an appetizer. Understand this meal has significantly more calories than my usual bagged lunch of two cans of human dog food and a soda. Sure if I feel like I'll be extra stressed I'll pack a sammich but that's a rarity because I'm lazy and it's so much easier to grab three cans and plop them in an empty King Soopers bag.

Plus I oughta start having some manner of breakfast. Jaybird recommended having eggs in the morning. He was thinking along the lines of scrambled eggs but I was thinking about hard boiled eggs. Eggs are dead easy to make but scrambled eggs take a bit of preparation and won't last overnight. Hard boiled eggs are always ready to eat, just boil up a set on Sunday night and leave them in the fridge.

Sadly there was a point in my life back in New Jersey where I was too proud to ask my father for cash for food and all I ate were hard boiled eggs. Once the constant burping began, I started to become ill. Reckon that's one of my excuses why I've become so fat in recent years. Back in Jersey all I ate was fucking pasta, sauce, hard boiled eggs and the stuff I'd get when I'd ask to go food shopping with my father.

Now all I eat is crap like I'm making up for lost time. Best analogy drawn refers to the trailer folk who win the lottery and blow it in less than five years ending up even worse off than they had originally started because their grasp of the concept of money is far more idealized than realistic. Wow, that's a run-on sentence.

Anyway if I keel over dead because of my weight I won't regret a damned thing except that I haven't made provisions to transfer all of my money to raddidge and ensure someone will take good care of Spot for the rest of her days. I want the best for my little kitty.

Maybe if there truly is a technological singularity then someone will deign to resurrect me, even if it's just for the lulz, and show me a world wildly different from the books I've read or that I've ever imagined in my fat life.