As intelligible as the average Fall Out Boy lyric

I wish we had a Qdoba or Chipotle in Norfolk. My life is somehow less meaningful without a upper-class fast food establishment within walking distance. Instead I am drowning my sorrow in Taco Bell, which was produced much too rapidly to be fresh.

Those of you that remember me from high school may not believe this, but I am getting fat. It’s true. I have an unnecessary bit of myself that protrudes around my waist when I am not standing perfectly upright. It’s quite gross, really. I guess I either need to get more exercise, less stress, or looser-fitting clothes.

The next party is at my place, because I have extra beer. It’s in no danger of being drunk (I always think of Douglas Adams when I hear that expression) as I don’t drink alone (at least not yet).

Forthcoming will be a review of several good books and movies I have digested recently, as well as an exploration of demographics and converging technologies.