Confessions . . .

As I log in to record my points, I'm faced with that random black guy on the homepage to this whole health competition. Who is that guy? And what is he thinking about so intensely? I will call him Earl. Earl, why are you thinking so hard all the time? Nothing can possibly be that important. Afterall, we are supposed to be reducing stress. Earl, you look stressed out, and it's stressing me out man! I feel guilty enough that I pretty much fell off the healthy wagon this past week and we are now in second place. I know Earl . . . I already know that not everybody has input their points. I KNOW MAN! But still. . . its the principle. Not only have I let my team down this past week, but I've also suffered a setback in our inside competition. I have REALLY got to rebound this week. So, Earl, I'm gonna hit the gym 5 times this week. I'm going to eat protein for breakfast everyday. I'd like to avoid beer all week, but that's not realistic. I don't even love beer all that much, but there's that other competition at Red's for reaching 101 beers before the end of the session. I can get 2 for 1 card punches on Tuesdays so that will help. I confess falling off the wagon Earl, but expect a rebound this week buddy ol pal.

Speaking of Buddy, I don't have my doggies up here 5 times a week but I found a way to deal with that. I'm going to go get a Beta Fish tomorrow from Wal-Mart. Well, maybe PetsMart or something. Wal-Mart and I aren't getting along so well up here. Anyway, I checked, and fish count! Its in one of the example links for pet commisseration. I'm gonna get a Beta Fish and I'm gonna name him Hurl. Don't worry Earl, I won't confuse you two. Hurl is just a silly fish I can stare at when I need a break from my laptop screen. Earl is the intense black man on the homepage. Easily distinguishable Hurl . . . I mean, Earl.

JMF