I went to the doctor today and learned a few things:

1. I now officially weigh less than 200 pounds. This was the goal, lo those many years (well, a year and a half) ago when I was so stupendously overweight. This brings up an important point I've been wanting to make: for much longer than I've actually been in the process of losing weight, people have been coming up to me and exclaiming at how much weight I've lost. This is because I used to be fat, and probably in peoples' mind's eye, I am still fat. But this begs the question: if I was so fuckin' fat, how come none of you people actually told me I was fat? Fuck. It's all well and good for you to moon about how slender I am now, but jeez, help a brother out when he needs help, not when he's doing fine!

2. I am also now officially a migraine sufferer, which = I have way better drugs now. Rah.

Otherwise I am as fit as a fiddle (and no longer so fuckin' fat!) and with the exception of taking half the blood in my body, the process was painless. I might have a bit of degeneration in the bones of my neck: this is because I am so fuckin' old. But unlike being so fuckin' fat, being so fuckin' old is something absolutely no one has any problem telling me I am.

I spent yesterday learning how to make decisions rapidly, and also how to rapidly assess if you should make a rapid decision, by way of a secondary decision-making process. Yes: this is why the economy is collapsing.