I am genuinely forcing myself to write this, as I don't feel impelled to say anything.  There is nothing on my mind that I want brought either to my own or anyone else's attention.  But I feel I SHOULD write, so here I am. I bought four new pairs of pants for work from the thrift store today.  Until I lose another 10 pounds or so, I won't be able to get into a significant part of my wardrobe, and I couldn't keep wearing the same two pairs of pants into the job.  I don't LOOK fat, but the waistline cannot lie.  That damned scale is a lying bastard, though.  Oh well.  So far I've lost 18 pounds on weight watchers.  I have more than 30 to go before I'll feel comfortable being in my skin again. Damn, I miss scarfing down a bag of potato chips, though.  Oh well. I spent a good portion of my day entering choir music into Finale so I know what it sounds like.  I'm getting to recognize the note names, and this can only be a good thing. Interesting post on here about faith and depression that I really wanted to answer, but didn't because I didn't want to start a controversy.  My religious views, or lack thereof, are complex and rather controversial to main stream America, and the boards are not the place to go into details about them. Fighting to keep my eyes open.  Goodnight, Alphonsus