I weighed myself yesterday and the scale placed me at a whopping 122 pounds! Which isn't very whopping at all, but I was pleased that it was so close to my "goal" weight of below 120. C'mon, Wes, you're almost there!

I have "goal" in quotes, by the way, because it's not a serious goal -- I'll definitely raise an eyebrow if my weight rises above 130, but anything below that is fine with me. Weighing less than 120 pounds, however, would amuse me greatly.

In other news, I took my blood pressure at the machine at Giant yesterday. I don't quite remember all of the readings, but apparently I have either a crazy high resting heart rate or a crazy low one. Not that I was necessarily "at rest" or relaxed, as the way that thing squeezed my arm unnerved me considerably. "Relax! Oh, by the way, I'm going to squeeze the bloody pulp out of your arm and you may faint. But never mind that -- relax!"

Making matters worse, there were signs posted around the machine that specifically stated that children should not be using it without supervision -- yet three children had been jumping around and screaming and pressing random buttons on it while their mother spoke with the pharmacist and did not watch them at all. I fucking hate to see things like that. And then, when she finally took them away, the guy in front of me just sat down, stuck his arm in the machine... and waited with this idiotic grin on his face as if the machine were going to magically start itself. After about half a minute, he looked back at me and was like, "It's broken," and I'm like, "No, you fucking moron, you need to read the goddamned instructions posted right on the fucking machine." I ended up having to read them aloud to him. It's not so much that I minded doing it -- or that it was any trouble for me to do it -- but hell! If you can't read, you should be somewhere learning how to read instead of using the stupid free blood pressure machine at the local supermarket. I'm not so sure I was actually more relaxed when I did it the second time and got the crazy low reading, but I was watching the meter thing and found myself more/less trying to manipulate my heart rate to make it more acceptable. I think I ended up holding my breath.

Anyway, considering how stupidity affects me -- and how frequently I encounter it, whether it involves other people in person or flipping awful songs I've overheard or ridiculous things I encounter online -- my heart is probably perpetually racing. Perhaps someday I will have a heart attack and finally be able to relax.

I hope y'all are doing well!