Binary Day

I've got tickets to Tenacious D tonight. I'm pretty excited about this. There's three of us going and we might be meeting friends. Jack Black cracks me up, so I think it'll be a good show.

Binary Day is day #8 of the Atkins Diet. I've lost 9 pounds, though most of it was water weight. Every time I go off the diet, I stop drinking as much water as I should. Because I suck like that. Another few months of the diet and I won't have to obsess about meat anymore. That's a good thing.

My roommate Rob started at EDS today. I'm curious to see how his first day of training went. But he's not home, yet. So I don't know. I won't know until later tonight. And you (are you there, God, it's me, Margaret...) won't know until tomorrow. If I even say anything about it. If I don't, it will be an unsolvable mystery that will plague you until the end of your days.

I had a conference with my writing professor. It was worthless. She just rambled on for 10 minutes about a bunch of crap that had no pertinence to my life or the class. That's 10 minutes I'll never get back. Ever.

I don't have anything else to report.

You may go now.