Was feeling a bit squiffy when I got off work today. Was supposed to go to dinner with John, but he had a headache too, so we called it off. I went and stocked up at CVS, since I was running out of all the things that keep me looking human. I've noticed as I grow older that it takes an increasing array of ointments, lotions, and cosmetics to keep me from scaring small children on the street.

Had french fries for dinner (for the SECOND time this week) because a) I wanted them, and b) rationalized that if my skin is this dry, I must need more fat in my diet. It worked for me anyway. After that I greased up (redundantly or not) and got into bed.