Fluttering. I guess I am still operating in a wishy-washy mode and am fluttering from one thing to another.

One of the other inmates here eats two cans of tuna per day. He is about as tall as I am but not as heavy. At 38¢ per can, I guess I could do that too.

I am definitely not buying any more cookies; they are too easy to overindulge in. I still might do the candy bar thing, but I will have to see.

Hopefully I will get a fresh food delivery from Mom and Dad tomorrow and then I can start over with another thirty-five pounds next Wednesday. Or is it Tuesday?

I can still hear Fear Factor in the background, so the 5:15 PM count is still a few minutes off.

Let me go and finish some more NY Times because if I lie down to read the book now, I will be likely to nod off.  ¶ 12:25 PM