01.09.08 :: 8:54 am

So the tater (which is what I'm calling this baby until we know if it's got a dangle or a petula-clark) is not retarded or otherwise disabled in any way, shape, or form according to the tests I did last week.
Awesome! Go, tater! Rock!

Of course, I'm slipping on the whole eating healthy thing. It was especially evident last night when i had leftover cold pizza and a half bag of Smart Puffs.

I promise to eat broccoli tonight.

God I am so bored. I know, I know, it's an exciting time blah blah blah ... but as the song goes "a lot goes on, but nothing happens."

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