Driving home after the show, I decided I wanted doughnuts. I am about to go to bed and I just had two doughnuts and a pickle.

Why?

Becasue I am Tom and The Tom is weird like that. Im debating on drinking the pickle juice. Let me tell you about the time in the eight grade I started dipped pork skins in vanilla ice cream. That's some good stuff lemme tell ya.

In all seriousness I do know something, err noticed rather. My faith. It's stuttering right now. It's still running but witha an increasing numbers of sputters and stalls. And its tied into my physical health and my weight.

Why am I stalling?

This is where Satan attacks isn't it? Where he draws my thoughts away at the last minute while my guard is down.

Oh well I at least had a pickle and two doughnuts, and listened to a band tonight. Time for bed as no cohereant thoughts are forming, other than selfish ones.