I'm doing my dishes last night and it's getting hot. You know how doing the dishes makes you sweat? Anyway, I take my shirt off; everybody does that, right? It's time for Bobby to get back on the plan! I've reached the limit where finally I disgust myself. I've always been a big guy but now I fear I've become one of those guys. One of those guys: A fat guy on the beach wedged in a Speedo, oblivious to his own girth. The plan starts today - ToFreakin'Day!!!!

Friday, I watched some TV and called it a night. Saturday, I woke up at 1:00, ruined my day. I cleaned my apartment and went to the A & P. I watched movies all night. Funny, I can't remember what I watched?

Sunday, I did my laundry and saw a movie I've been looking forward to seeing, Rock Star. The subject of this film, heavy metal, is dear to my heart. I knew going in that it probably wouldn't win any Oscars but I was really routing for this film to be something special. It wasn't. There was one scene where the lead singer was talking to his girlfriend backstage. The girl walked away and a voice called the lead singer over. It was one of his band mates, hooked up to a blood transfusion machine - Backstage!!!! After the years of touring his liver isn't so great. It was bad. After that I went to the A & P again to get some cat food that I forgot about. And then I watched Hard Eight, great movie. That made up for the whole Rock Star letdown, almost. And that brings us back to my shirtless body doing the dishes. I'm glad I noticed what I'm doing to myself.

Does it ever get easy?

Think about that!

Have a great day.