A Look In The Mirror

This late morning required I return to rest from the overwhelming exhaustion that engulfed my body. Did not have this pecular issue on the yesterday and was pleased I was able to go the day without returning to slumber. Today, I am majorly disappointed in my self.

I will be sitting in my other safe place in roughly 1.5 hours. I know this is a necessary gathering. Best that Sir Dude, have his Game Day face on. This visit is way overdue. I am disappointed in my self for letting these past threeor four or so weeks go by without meeting him with my face to his face. Today! We shall visit.

Just a few minutes ago I had taken a shower so I am fresh and so clean-clean for my visit and getting out of these walls for a spell...

...well, I took a look in the mirror and saw what was something utterly disgusting to me. I swear if my body goes the way of them before me or them with me now, I will put this "diet/life style" change into much more than hyper drive! I shed tears over the reflection looking out at me! I don't want this extra person on my back anymore! Please! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Yes, I have lost weight and yes, I have lost square footage from this double-wide trailer I tote around, but damn! Really? Yes, I have gained muscle and it sure looks mighty nice, but if I could do it myself - there would be some fucking lipo-suction going on up in this crib right now! If you didn't know then - you fuckin' know know!

...I felt something click-click in in the space between these two ears. Time for more changes are on this man's horizon.

I see it over yonder East of my Path...

...Mario's Path.

p.s. Will post another note later this p.m., on the meniere's rubbish that has me by throat and all the shit that comes with this. Will report on my visit with Sir Dude...

...for know I prepare.

p.s.s. Yes, I am bitter. At my self. Disgustingly disappointed.