I can't wait for R**** to get back from her vacation. Partly because she is my primary non-girlfriend partner in crime lately. Partly because she likes to drink with me. But mostly because when she comes back I'm going to make a big deal about inviting myself over to her house. Maybe for dinner, or to watch a movie. All under the guise if "catching up." But what I'm really going to do when I go over there is sneak into her bathroom and weigh myself on her bathroom scale.

You see, I've been on a fitness kick (read: I jogged once) and also I've been on a diet (read: didn't have ice cream on Monday night) and so I think that probably I've lost like thirty to forty pounds.

Also, nobody else I know has a scale.