The Labret Comes of Age

Happy Birthday, lip ring. You are 18 years old today. You can vote and fight, but you still can't drink...

I got this little ring in my lip on November 30th 1990. Back then I was one of maybe 2 dozen people in the country, and most definitely the only guy who also had a Dilbert day job. There was one other guy in Chicago, a girl in NYC, the guy in the Research book and a handful in San Francisco of course.

For the first 5 years I got asked 50 times a day, every day "Did that hurt?". Never any other question, and even in San Fran! So weird. I always answered with respect, but sometimes I wanted to scream.

Now it's a different world, and lip rings are completely passé, but I still like the little guy.

Tonight I'm Gonna Nibble Like It's 177.6

Forget 199.9. That was just passing thing. I decided to keep going. Losing weight somehow became more fun than drinking.

Today I finally got under 180 for the first time since I was ???. 21 maybe?

It's kinda cool. Not sure when to stop going down. I'm eating every 3 hours, and exercising a lot, so it's gotta be healthy, right?

One weird thing is that I think I somehow lost my allergy to kitty cats, which I picked up when I was 23. Not sure if there's any correlation. Not even positive I'm not allergic. I hope so.

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Sunday Recount

Note to self: 14 mile runs are HARD