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I had to get my suit altered tonight. I took it took the nearest Mens Wearhouse to get the waist taken in a bit. At one point the attendant asked if it was actually my suit. The suit was a bit larger than I am now. Actually, it was much bigger than me. They had to take the waist in by four inches.

About 8-9 months ago I started going to the gym with Frank over lunch. We go to the gym roughly 5 times a week. I’ve lost 15-18 pounds and I’m within 3 pounds of my goal weight. My diet has altered slightly and is no where near perfect. But I try to eat better than I was last year at this time.

People have been noticing. I’ve received random compliments from random people at work lately. If you ask me, I still have the same love-handles and the same beer belly. I feel more comfortable with myself now which makes me a more confident person. And it’s always nice to get a random compliment from unexpected places.

Don’t worry, I’m still around. I’ve had one hell of a ride since April. Unfortunately my nerdy side has been on hiatus while I try and reorganize, adapt, and flat out change some things.

But don’t fret! I have some uber-dork things in the works. I will roll them out when the time comes.

And I swear, on my dead guinea pig’s grave, that I shall be a good blogger and keep up with my life.

I swear.

Over the last few months I’ve been in the habit of cutting my hair every Monday morning. After a week’s worth of growth I’m typically annoyed by the porcupine style. So prior to leaving for work I’ve started clipping my hair back down to it’s normal and healthy length of an 1/8-inch. Waiting for Monday may also be a sign of my severe procrastination nature as I wait until the last possible minute to shave my head.

I’ve discovered that clipping my hair in the wee hours of the morning may not be such a good thing. More than once I’ve gotten to work and realized that I’ve left a skunk’s line up the back or side of my head. I’ve also managed to knick my ear with the blades.

Now that I have learned my lesson about early morning hair cuts I will start doing it on Sundays….yes, Sundays. So if you are wondering what I’m doing on Sundays, I’m cutting my hair. Right. Yes. I am completely resolved to doing it Sunday.

But you know, I do have other things I should do prior to Monday. Wipe off the bathroom mirror, pet the dogs, fluff the couch pillows. Maybe I’m a little too busy tonight. I’ll just wait until tomorrow to do it.

Life has finally left me at a loss for words. I have no comment.

Lots to talk about today. Let’s get right to it.

The great facial hair experiment ended this morning with a quick swipe of the Mach 3. After receiving a few jeers from people and admitting to myself it wasn’t going to happen, I decided to nuke the goatee thing 2 1/2 weeks into the test. Don’t worry, there was no new growth. Just a bunch of blonde peach fuzz getting way too long. Let it be known, though, that Courtney never once told me to shave it off.

My C: drive decided to take a digger on Monday. It’s been unrecoverable since. Reformatting, repartitioning, zeroing out data. It’s all hopeless. Good thing I got this new fancy credit card. I think I’ll have to check out it’s online buying power today. I was going to invest in a big 60 gigger but for primary boot drives I like to keep them smaller so in the event, such as this one, I don’t have to worry about data recovery because all I keep on the primary drive is the OS. Kudos for me for being anal retentive about this. But you can guarantee I will be buying a fast IBM drive to compensate for the smallerish storage capacity of it.

Last, but not least, Courtney was kind enough to drive my sorry ass around last night at 9:30pm until we found a store that was still open so I could buy Rufus Wainwright’s new album Poses. Here’s a tiny review of it versus his previous self-titled offering:

There is no doubt that Rufus Wainwright writes and performs good music. For anyone who can claim to have eclectic tastes, Rufus will be right out there on the edge. His first album brought a dozen or so great love ballads typically with just Rufus and a piano. His second album strays from that piano man-esque song style in persuit of a more inventive and daring contrast. The stark differences between albums is what caught me off guard. Gone are the slow and melodic piano music, replaced with a scratched record rap-style. Also, gone is the topic of love and trust that most anyone can relate to. Rufus has a large gay following because of his openly gay lifestyle and the reflection of his life in his music. His first album was about love and lovers. There were hints of sexuality in it but for the most part it was a great album which left no one out. Poses seems to swing the other way. I can’t seem to relate to the topics. I don’t know what it’s like to come to terms with the word “fabulous” (see liner notes) nor have I worn flipflops while running down the street drunk. I just don’t get it. I don’t think I will get it. The music is good. The lyrics will take some time to digest.