Overheard at Klein’s Market in Jacksonville tonight, between a teen and his girlfriend: “Like, where are the condoms?”

I had an overwhelming urge to break down in tears. We were in the condiment aisle.

I’m jealous of my new neighbors.

(I don’t know who they are yet).

These are the neighbors in apartment C, the only ones I really knew in the apartment — barely, at that, truth, in any case, they moved out, so shortly the apartment will be occupied by my new neighbors. In any case, a truck pulled up yesterday and a brand new refrigerator, dishwasher, and oven were brought down the stairs into that apartment.

Today, there’s a pickup truck marked “RENOVATORS” outside. Hmm. Wonder what apartment they’re renovating?

I shouldn’t be jealous — my apartment got the same makeover right before I moved in. Still, all I can think of, “Man, I’d like a new refrigerator.”

Well, I can’t remember what week this is for my diet. Last week, if you’ll recall, I’d gained back several pounds over the course of two weeks — I was back up to 226 pounds, which, while still twenty-two pounds less than I weighed when I started, was still a pretty significant hold up for me.

Yesterday I was hoping to hike part of the NCR Trail. I had Monday afternoon off from work. As fate would have it, it was gloomy and rainy until five, so by the time the weather improved so I could go hiking, I was at work. And while I understand there’s a line of thinking that one should go hiking no matter the weather, I’m a big pussy, so there! I have Wednesday afternoon off from work as well, so if the weather doesn’t remain crappy this entire week like people are saying it will, I’ll give the NCR trail a chance (or, I might try to talk Silent Bob out of his afternoon shift at the Indy).

Instead of hiking yesterday, I had two poorly wrapped burritos at Don Pablo’s, followed by a double-scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream on a waffle cone. This, I blame, for the fact that today, bright and early in the AM (I’m about to head back to bed for a few more hours) is why I weigh what I do. The last week has been a success for me, compared especially to the previous two. I’ve dropped four pounds, which brings my weight to two hundred and twenty-two (three weeks ago, I reached my all-time weight “lowness” of two-hundred and twenty-one).

That’s it for me. I’m going back to bed before I crash on the keyboard. Nothing like waking up in the middle of the night and forcing out a power post, eh?