Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Rage To Live!
Not that anyone (myself more than included) gives a flying fuck, but I visited the croaker today (followed by sunset at Santa Monica's Palisades Park beach).
Down three (Count 'em, three!) lbs. from last month, blood pressure back down to an average 120; this world of anguish fear & pain will not be rid of me soon. Well, not as long as I change my diet to include more than coffee, sugar frosted flakes & rib-eye marinated in Dr Pepper.
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