Here we go -- I’m gonna sleep for like 30 minutes and then head out to PAX. I’d like to officially say goodbye to my diet; I’ll see you on Monday. This is awesome, I feel very little dread related to spending so much time in public. I think I’m ready to call “Project: Don’t hate yourself you stupid jerk” a complete success. I weighed in at 263 this morning but that’s more for you guys; I do not particularly care at this point. I went out to dinner with some friends and my underwear almost fell off. Never have I been so close to “Indecent exposure in a family restaurant guy” and felt so awesome about it.

One of the main reasons I’m not fretting is because new job starts on Tuesday, and I’m positive having a real, structured schedule will help to focus my diet, with lasers and shit. If you see me this weekend let’s hi-five, hard, like adults. This week has been great. Like, really great. I even got a story posted that contained multiple references to Hobbits, and there wasn’t anything Shane could do about it.

Food envy is an evil, violent thing. Tonight I had steak, which is rad, cause, well, steak. Prime rib even. The dude sitting across from me, though, somehow ordered the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen. It was chicken, or something, and spaghetti, or whatever. The entire thing was I’m pretty sure goo’d with cheese. Even typing this out now I appreciate it sounds disgusting. It even looked like someone had puked melted cheese on a perfectly good meal. Even so, I could be dying of thirst in the desert, and I would insult a bottle of water’s kids if it meant I could take a fork to whatever the fuck was on that guy's plate. I promise that I’m a normal, functioning adult. Nobody can prove otherwise...