I weighed in at 156 pounds today.

This is an embarrassment, but I can't feel sorry for myself because it's nearly 9 p.m. and I've only had 2,300 calories today. This is no way to grow.

I worked on my chest and triceps today. It was OK. For some reason, Washington Sports Club has decided to switch the television in the weight room from CNN to "All My Children" during the lunch rush. If Susan Lucci can be 60 years old and look as good as she does, then I guess that's all the inspiration I need to keep on liftin'.

Now I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to JRs for a going-away party. I totally forgot about this and I'm already in my pajamas and jonesing for a Lunesta, but, no, I must be valiant and throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and take the Metro to Dupont Circle since I'm too cheap to pay for a $15 cab. Oh, well. The sexual harrassment of which I'll undoubtedly become victim will alone make it all worth it.