For any of you who happened to see or hear me, stuck in the snow, against the curb, in front of Biff’s house, at 4am on Saturday morning:  Thanks for helping me get unstuck.  I appreciate it.  If I ever see you clinging to a cliff, I’ll be sure to walk by you and assume someone else will help you, or that you’re strong enough to get yourself out.

Yeah, it'll look like this once your weak fingers give out. Minus the watermark.

Anyway, I got myself unstuck, finally.  You won’t get unstuck from the cliff, though, so maybe consider that next time you don’t help someone.

Got a business meeting later today, hoping that it’ll pan out.  I would like to use this opportunity to take Naomi on a cruise again.  We may invite friends.  Be prepared for this.

So yes, I took a break from losing weight, by being a lazy-fat stupid, and now I’m back on it.  Tracking calories is an irritation, but it helps me realize that maybe it’s not a good idea to drink 23590878 liters of Dr Pepper a week.  That stuff adds up.  Diet Dr Pepper is ok.  It’s like…having a Fiero with a Ferrari body kit.  Kinda cool I guess, but ultimately, someone’s gonna figure out it’s just a poser.  No offense, Cheney, your Fiero is sick.

The Stealth is coming along nicely.  Got the body all put together for now, still has a few things here & there to do, but the main priority now is to save up and buy a couple of wheels and a few suspension parts to get her back on the road.  She does move under her own power now, and sounds very strong when running.  She’s itching to hit the road again.  I think my neighbors hate me for sitting in the car and revving it every now and again.

Ok, time to get dressed, get some food, get some work, get paid, get tickets to the Bahamas, and get Naomi through school.

Ready….GO.