Beer me that noodle.

Mason got out of the hospital yesterday. I went to go visit him after work today and brought him some Get Well Soon balloons and a bunch of gummy candies I found at Party City. 15 for a buck, heck yes! He was back to his old weird self being cute and funny and it really cheered me up. Life goes on, you know? As far as he knows, nothing even happened except he woke up in a hospital and he got to play with some Bob the Builder Legos. High on his list of wants, FYI.

No one's exactly trying to jog his memory right now. That's fine by me.

As for the rest of the weekend, some less than mindful eating of Popchips did occur, but I weighed in this morning at 400.6 so I'm down a good 4.2 pounds in a week and that ain't bad, all things considered. My leg's still getting better slowly but surely as days go by. I just stretch it out a lot and remember the Cart of Motivation.

Work is getting stressful again. Okay by me because as long as they keep my ass busy, there's less chance they're gonna be letting me go. Sometimes I push these imaginary deadlines on myself because I hate having piles of shit on my desk. I also hate coming in the next morning knowing I have a pile of work to do from the day before. Shit stresses me out! Then I look up and see my grampa John Wayne telling me to chill, so I do. Until some old lady calls and bitches me out about her Social Security check. Ahhh, customer service, indeed.

Before the big drowning fiasco Saturday, there was actually a pretty cool birthday party for Leo. Here he is showing off his awesome mp3 player from the coolest almost-aunt ever, a.k.a. me. He picked it out, so I can only take credit for paying for it and filling it with Foo Fighters and Michael Jackson songs.

Tomorrow's my first swimming lesson. Jeff said he's been YouTube-ing some tricks of the trade to make it easier for me. Sometimes he's so cute. Wish me luck!