Holy cow! After a week where I ate at least 113 points over my flex points, I lost 2 pounds! Now, I realize this cannot be sustained for more than one week, but I am truly shocked. Believe me, I stepped on the scale about forty-two times to make sure it was real. Who am I to argue?

Last night, George and I ventured across the river (and through the thick, disgusting swarms of Formosan termites that are out at this time of year, which, by the way, force us to keep our lights off at our house at night. All of them.) so that I could buy the new Morrissey album. It’s good. What I can’t believe is that he’s headlining Lollapallooza. Oh yeah, NOW he headlines Lollapallooza. Not in 1994 or whenever, when I had to drive a bazillion miles to Austin to see a bunch of crap I hated, but now. Figures. It’s not coming anywhere near here, anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. But maybe if I come into a vast sum of money, I’ll go to Dallas to see him. I really want to see him live. I’ve been a (formerly obsessive) fan for over ten years, but I’ve never seen him live. Hmmph.