I can't believe I ate the whooole thing.

I ate like a freakin' pig yesterday. Not a skinny pig either. I went to Kzoo (as you may recall) and had a sausage stromboli (as big as my forearm), which is basically a calzone but not, and basically a pizza but not. I wanted the pepperoni but the person in front of me took the last two. Since he also bought mine for me, I couldn't quite complain. Well, until I got here. Okay. Who are we kidding? I complained. Since I still had the sausage, that just shows you all the good complaining does. When I got home later I finished off Allison's sweet and sour chicken and rice and then had a bowl of cereal because I wasn't yet on the floor suffering great pain and guilt. I'm still 155, which I probably shouldn't be.

I HAVE GOT to mow today. Or tomorrow. I'd prefer today just to get it done. I also should do some cleaning and laundry. (I'm betting that you're not quite jealous of my life.) Other than this, I've NO plans set for the weekend. Zip. Next weekend I've promised to go to a festival but I've also promised to attend a BBQ being put on for a soldier returning home from the Middle east. That I have to go to. The guy's been a long-time fan of Knight-Wolf [Subliminal insert] But not my biggest fan because that would be you! [/Subliminal insert] and it's not like I have a lot of those. Besides. Cookout = food. Hello? (I'm gonna' get so fat. I just know it.)

Besides not having any plans this weekend I'm also not at the convention in San Diego. Which is why I'm not famous. Why there's no movie. Or books. Or cartoons. Or coloring books. All because I'm not in San Diego. Instead I'm at work and I have to mow my lawn. There's just something not right about all of this.

Today's image: Morgan Stone: Knight-Wolf "Heaven Bound".