I didn't do a damn thing this weekend except eat Sun Chips and Pop-Ices and Oreos. The last real meal I had was on Saturday, and that was just a roast beef sandwich before the movie (the new Indiana Jones movie, which kind of sucked). No wonder I feel a little bit sick.
I picked up Daniel Pinkwater's The Education of Robert Nifkin this evening and I can already tell I'm going to stay up to finish it. That means I'll be grouchy tomorrow at work. Too bad.
I did get a little bit written on Stag in Velvet. Like, maybe 30 words. Mostly I just played a whole lot of Exile III. So since I wasted this three-day weekend, I think I need another one, and I promise I'll do much better and eat actual meals instead of snacking more or less constantly.