As of this typing, it is snowing and it's very pretty!

Thinking ahead, I pulled into Walmart to get a new stocking cap, gloves, and because I hate scrapping ice, a cheap car cover. Believing I could just pull the car cover off and shake loose the ice and snow got me excited, however in the car reading the instructions included, it specifically says car cover not for use in ice and snow. WHAT???

My brother taught me a trick of putting your floor-mats from your car's floorboard and laying them across your windshield to keep ice and snow off. My car doesn't have floor-mats, so I might have to buy some just for that purpose.

Picked up some more vitamins because I've been doing an intensive vitamin regiment these last few weeks as part of a depression self medication plan and it seems to be kinda working. I don't want to say too much as I fear I might jinx it.

Also, this being the last of the month, I'm planning to do another month long Fast. I know, I know...

Really need to get in to see a Doctor as my rash continues to move across my body, blotches are now appearing on my face and head and I'm breaking out with acne.

The other day I was sitting with two women for an early lunch and one of them said something that really hurt me. I was waiting for my name to be called to go pick up my food order and I was looking back at the counter because it looked as though my food was sitting there. There was a table near with a young woman who was staring at me. I looked back to see if my food was still waiting for me and looked back at the woman still staring at me. One of the women sitting with me said, "Man, that girl is really staring at you!"

"You noticed that too, huh?" I said.

She then says, "She acts like she's never seen a fat bald guy before!"

She said it so matter of fact-ly and so deadpan that she may have not even been joking and no one laughed. But inside I was devastated. So much so they had called my name 3 times to pick up the food and I didn't hear it.

I really don't feel fat until I take my pants off to go to bed and have to hoist my belly up to undo my belt buckle. That can be so depressing, I've started to just sleep in my pants.

The other day at some friends house for dinner, as I was sitting down at the table my belly hit the edge of the plate tipping it up and dropping it down so loudly I hadn't notice that the tablecloth got wedged in under the fold of my belly fat so that when later I stood up I pulled the tablecloth nearly off the table. Everyone laughed and I quickly pretended that I did it on purpose.

Racing to their bathroom I splashed my face with water to wash away my tears. Looking at my horrible face in their mirror I felt so bad. Reaching for a towel I noticed sitting on the toilet tank between a box of Kleenex and a bowl of bath soaps was a small handgun. At first I wondered if it was a toy, using my pinky I lifted it careful not to leave any fingerprints, but the weight gave it away that it was the real deal and it was loaded.

Why would anyone have a gun on the back of a toilet?

To Shoot the Shit?