Go ahead; ask me how my New Year’s resolutions are coming along.

Oh, shut up.

Actually, I have managed to make it 2 whole days since Sunday (when I went grocery shopping) without buying any takeout food. And I have eaten 3 “meals” a day for 3 days in a row.

I feel like I’ve gained 10 pounds.

That wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to feel better. Don’t tell me I’m going to have to resort to exercising, because that’s just not going to fly. Ugh. Maybe I’ll watch Celebrity Poker later while riding the exercise bike. But if I don’t feel better after that, I’m becoming a cheesesteak-eating couch potato again.

(Hee. Word has suggested that “cheesesteak” should actually be “cheeses steak”. Why yes, Microsoft, there should be more cheeses.)

My house isn’t getting any cleaner either. Oh sure, I made great progress on Sunday. But who wants to work all day and then come home and work some more? How do you people do it? There’s TV to watch! There’s internet to surf! There’s sleep to be slept! I swear, I need more sleep than anyone I know.

I usually go to bed at 10pm. And I get up at 6. That’s 8 hours. Is that not normal? How do people get by on less? Who’s watching these 11 o’clock news programs? You mean Letterman is on every night? For whom?

Wow, this is a boring entry. Let me try to juice it up a bit:

Ray Davies was shot in the leg after chasing a purse snatcher in New Orleans. I guess it’ll be a while before he can Come Dancing again. Hey Ray, I know you’re A Well Respected Man but you’re not Superman. Do you think he yelled, “You Really Got Me?”

I’ve been reduced to puns on Kinks song titles. Sorry folks, I’ll try harder tomorrow. I’ll now go wash some dishes and think about how I let you down. That’ll teach me.