Most people know that I don't like taking any kind of medication. I loathe going to the doctor and usually trust that time and rest will work most things out. There are times, however, when I will take pills, like aspirin for headaches. Yesterday, I received several sleeping pills in the mail from one of the (now favoritest) bloggers who visits this site. The gratitude I felt when those were in my mailbox was immeasurable. Sleep was on the way. I haven't figured out how to properly thank this person, but thanks are coming in addition to this one. Long story short, I slept for nine hours last night. And despite a slight grogginess this morning, I feel like weeping with joy.
I don't have anything planned for the blog today. And since it's Thursday and yesterday was Wednesday, here's a way-back-half-nekkid picture that represents the time I consider to have been my "top shape" year. It hasn't been exactly all downhill since then, but hairiness and wrinkliness are on the rise, as are the proliferation of freckles. (You do know that a tan is evidence of skin damage, right? I tanned a lot back then.)
Age 33, 1998. 180lbs