Hungry

I think the metabolism's back up. Awesome.

Haven't hit the road in more than a week, but still, I kept it down to forty-two today. And I was so, so fooking drenched like I never had been in a long while. I shall only suppose it's a good sign.

Chilled out for a bit at home, only to watch the devils down by one, before I headed out to Adam's. Ah. I missed Adam's, I missed those freakin' juicy prawns.

Had my couple of reds, and a whole load of crap, at where-else. I demanded for permanent residency tonight.

And now I wish I had gobbled that last wing in the basket. I am so fooking hungry now.


Another tanning session tomorrow.

Hope the knees hold up.