I hate the word "tummy". Thus, I hate another QuikTrip Hotsie breakfast sandwich radio commercial. Are these people assholes, or what!?!? First the "Danny Boy" one, now this.

Oh, yeah. I hate diaper commercials, too. I do not think babies are cute. Nor do I think the sounds they make are cute (this is addressed to you, Timbaland!). Luckily, I record my soaps and can fast forward through them. End of rant.

I weighed myself Friday. It was 118. See? It's less every time I do it, which is once or twice a month. I guess I'm on the chocolate, caffeine, and stress diet. Sign up today!

I thought by staying out of management I could pretty much avoid meetings. Now I've had 3 in 2 days, and another one tomorrow (which is a "standing" meeting every week). I'm learning a lot about myslef in these meetings. Kind of like when I was deliberating at the end of my jury duty. I don't say much, but what I do say seems to be coherent and appreciated by (at least some) fellow attendees. At times, my anger or tension may bubble to the surface, but I only let it manifest itself in a clenched jaw or an overall I'm-not-at-all-happy-with-this demeanor. For that, I am proud of myself. I can rant to my boss afterwards if necessary.