Check this. He lost four pounds. In four frakking days.
In four days.
Time to kick his ass and toss him off over the deck railing.
I am doing well, today. Food and water are right on course.
I think that I am coming down with something. This afternoon, I started feeling yukky. My chest is getting heavy, I am starting to cough and I just feel "off". I was probably infected by some incubus of viral plague at the Urgent Care, last week. Bleargh! I'll know in the morning if I am sick or just feeling a little off. Dammit! If it isn't one thing, it is another. I am just getting over shingles and it would be terribly unfair if I come down with the crud, too.
And... Now I can't think of anything else to yap about, right now. *is brain dead*