After my 8 o'clock (and only) class I usually eat breakfast. But this morning I was a little more hungry than usual and I knew that a measly $3.05 wouldn't be enough to assuage the unusualy large amount of rumblage in my stomach. Yeah, rumblage.

Therefore, I left my usual post-speech breakfast lounge at Noyer and went over to good ole' LaFollette Buffet. So many memories...That's when my death wish came.

For breakfast I had:

A plate full of suasage biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, tater tots, an english muffin, a container of yogurt (raspberry), a banana, a bowl of peaches, and two bowls of cereal.

I think I felt my heart explode as I was walking back to my dorm.

Three times.

Jesus, I can't keep eating like that. It's not so much the fat that I was worried about, well I was worried about the fat too I guess. It could at least go everywhere else on my body and not straight to my gut. What I'm worried about the most is the cholesterol. Yeah I know I'm not 50 and don't really have to worry about that crap yet, but the truth is I do. It's better to start taking care of yourself now and not have to worry about that stuff later.

I sound like I'm a forty year-old mom who's yet to get rid of those Oprah arms after poppin out three kids.

Whatever, me being a forty year-old mom = an entry.

Well you asked for it and here it is, more nude males. This is Brad (a.k.a. Drago). Drago is cool because that G tattoo on his arm is real. He's a bad motha...

Gallie is yet one more reason why The Glassmen had the best looking color guard this summer.

Bedtime.

MUSIC: Mazarin - Green Lane