Usually I forget about this thing, and most people on the planet wouldn’t care. But, for some reason, I have friends who like keeping up with what I’m doing. OK, so the keeping up with friends thing isn’t so weird but reading all the nonsense here is a bit off. In any case, if you’re about to complain about my pollution of the web, you’re a loon.

The reason I should write earlier is because I forget about all the stuff that I was meaning to write about. I don’t go through my day thinking, “Whoa, I gotta write about this,” but there are things, like my dream about the vampire cow last night, that I mean to write about but I forget. (The vampire cow had a big burn in its back, severing the spine, but it still kept walking towards me with it’s evil red eyes and a frightening, “Moooooo.” Surprising the things that wake you up.)

So I got to work today and they were talking about fasting and how it makes you poo or not poo. My contribution was that the volume of poo is probably related to the amount of bacteria in the gut. I even found a journal article that confirms what I remember, that about half of your poo (55%) is bacteria. I never got into medical school, and I can’t remember much of the basic sciences from my prereq classes, but I do remember random crap. Crap about poo.

Oh, and my horoscope today said something about hitting on people and getting rebuffed. Just like always, I hit on NOBODY. I supposed I waved at a girl at the gym and talked to a guy with a nice Volvo, but neither really matches my horoscope.

Oh, and a bunch of kids chastised me today. Greg’s kid told him to quit talking to me on the phone because I was interrupting their TV show, and an old schoolmate Jason’s three sons told him to quit talking to me because I was interrupting their baseball game. So, while my horoscope wasn’t correct, I still feel like a big jerk.