This is no joke.

The pain in my chest has been downgraded from 'potentially dangerous' to 'mildly annoying' to 'same old threat of cholesterol clogging'.

This morning, I met with a hypnotherapist to get my weight problem under control. I'm not sure if it's the cost or the needed level of commitment that scared me off, but I still need some time to consider it. No doubt about it, though: this guy was good. In an interesting bit 'o irony, I went to see Run Fatboy Run not long after my appointment.

Also, I started my script. I'm five pages in already (95 to go!), but I fear that I might not be able to top them. Still, I got to try.