So yesterday was Weight Watchers Day One. Mark Two. Day 1.2, I guess.

I never did Flexpoints before, and I never journaled before, I would always just keep the points in my head, but for some reason I kept adding them over and over and it was making me crazy, so I just decided to make a spreadsheet to keep track.

Mo had explained how the Flexpoints work, instead of there being a range of points per day and you can bank some if you like to use later, you have a flat number of points a day and 35 extra points a week to use in dribs and drabs or all at once, whatever you like.

There is also Core, where you can eat your fill of a certain list of foods. My first reaction was, "White rice isn't core? Core can go fuck itself. I can have as much as I want of things that I hate? Forget it, I'm going back to my all-bacon, all the time diet."

Though after looking at this list, actually there are quite a lot of things that I like that are core. I mean, admittedly, I am not that interested in having as much couscous or kasha as I want, and the lack of white rice is pretty horrible, but there is soup and lentils and filet mignon and things like that. Potatoes and skim milk and pork chops and things. The mere thought of no butter is also pretty dreadful, but there are points that you can use for things like butter on my mashed potatoes.

Apparently, you can switch back and forth between the two programmes. Maybe I'll try that.

I must get some cereal, they make for great snacks. Soup, toast and milk is a ten point meal. Dig it.

I watched The Station Agent twice, then 28 Days Later, but it occurred to me that I really wasn't that interested in seeing that movie again, so I only watched it with the commentary, not without.

I really only wanted to see the alternate endings. The original released ending is the best, no question about it.

Big stupid dumb mistake on Medical Investigation last week. That's the greenish show, as opposed to CSI: NY, the bluish show.

They realized something was wrong because the two blue-eyed parents made a brown-eyed son, and Dr. Thingy said, "Genetics 101: a blue-eyed mother and a blue-eyed father always make a blue-eyed child." O really? I must speak to my two blue-eyed parents, since I am a green-eyed child, one of them must not be my real parent. Also, Molly, the green-eyed daughter of blue-eyed Cynthia and blue-eyed Fran, might want to bring it up as well.

Perhaps he meant to say that two blue-eyed parents always make a light-eyed child, although if both parents have the recessive gene for brown eyes, isn't it possible for them to have a brown-eyed child anyway?

I really shouldn't get on the case of this show not being a documentary, but surely something that obvious to disprove shouldn't have gotten by the medical advisors they have littering the set. Especially if it is going to be the biggest plot point of the show.

Today's horoscope:
If there's someone special who'll hide out with you for the evening, don't even think about going out. Order a pizza, pop in a video and relax. Yes, relax. Even you get to do that every now and then.

One year ago today:
You know what else would make me happy? Omar learning his lines. He's almost there, but he still doesn't have the end of Act III and time keeps slipping slipping slipping into the future, baby.

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