I have an Italianish suit that I bought when I was in Japan. Of course, that was 20 pounds ago, or is it 40 pounds ago? I weighted about 65kg at the time, and that’s 143lbs. The start of last year I weighed 185lbs and I’m 19 years older now, so I probably don’t have much chance to fit into that suit. It’s in my closet with at least three other suits and several sportcoats that I had back when I was in high school and college. Even more stuff for Goodwill unless I opt for some serious surgical intervention or stop eating altogether. The Mexican restaurants in Hillsboro aren’t going to allow me to even consider fasting as a viable life choice.

THMFIC at the gym was out for a couple of days because of pinkeye. There were seriously odd theories about how pinkeye is spread, most likely due to the rigorous scientific research put forth by the movie Knocked Up. I doubt anyone was rubbing his face on a dog’s behind, so the main theory is probably unlikely to be true. In any case, it’s nice to have him back but unfortunately the brains behind the gym is now sick with the same ailment. I wonder if I should just start wearing goggles to the gym. I could probably find some suitably dorky ones like the BCGs issued by the military. If they’re strong enough I may be able to see through beams so I can actually read the workout without walking to the whiteboard all the time.