You Know Not!

I’m trying to lose weight. I;m counting calories and doing some walking and just such as this. It’s not liek I am desperate or anything, unless you count only being able to wear sweat pants desperate. I’m almost desperate enough to consider a colon cleanse, I’m just afraid I’d be the same size when it was all said and done. It’s not just the number on the scale, see, but the way my clothes fit that bothers me.

I love pencils. I really do prefer them over pens, but they must be super sharp so that they don’t leave smudges. I also like the mechanical pencils, and prefer .5 to .7 leads. If I have to use a pen, I like the old fashioned Bics with the caps, and after that Papermate pens. lately, though I use a keyboard to do most of my writing. I bet you already knew that last part, though, didn’t you?

Looks like we’re back. It’s dusty in here, isn’t it? Almost as dusty as that Precor elliptical you keep in the corner and promise yourself you are going to use soon. I have not real direction planned here, and I think rather than declare one, I will just let things meander where they will for awhile. Throw out seeds, see what comes up, that sort of thing. It could be good. Or it could be bad. We’ll see. Your guess is probably better than mine at this point.