weaktwos

I can't seem to stop watching Reagan's Funeral coverage. I saw Nancy walk up and fondle her late husband's casket. I wonder what was going through her mind.

I still feel a little sad for her. I'd like to believe she truly loved her mate, and if so, losing him is painful.

At the same time, I'm waiting for the undead version of Reagan to burst out of the casket and eat the prominent liberals in the funeral audience.

I slept poorly last night. I had one of those fitful, frequent waking-up sort of nights. These are rare for me. Usually I am out for the entire block of my slumber.

Henceforth, let the record reflect that I feel robbed. Robbed, I say!

On the good news front: yesterday my body decided to release 2.5 pounds from my person, bringing my total weight loss to 27 pounds. That's about 12.24 kilograms for you folks across the pond.

I am pleased with that.

I was watching my dvd of Marillion videos. The CD appears damaged. This is only the second time I've played the DVD. I'm not pleased. Hopefully I can repair it. And it was damaged during the video for "Beautiful", which pains me greatly, as I love that song.