The New Plan

After observing Dylan’s eating habits the past few days, it has occurred to me that it is going to take him a long while to put on the poundage necessary for his ring to fit him. I, on the other hand, am packing it on like nobody’s business. I eat more than Dylan at every meal. Now, part of this is because I’m just cool, but a lot of it is due to the medication I am on. So, the new plan is just to slip Dylan a little bit of my medication each day. That’ll fatten him up real quick. Okay…not really. I suppose I will use my mediocre metalsmithing skills to fix his ring. Darn moral ethics, always getting in the way.
My doctor’s appointment went suprisingly well yesterday. The doctors were impressed with the progress my wounds are making, so that was nice. When I went last week I was told they looked okay and then they squirted me with a bunch of saline using a syringe. So fun. This time, I got a wow and a double thumbs up. They still dumped saline on me though, I guess it just can’t be avoided. Oh well.
I need to go get some water. I am sitting here being thirsty when the kitchen is 25 feet away. Pretty lazy eh? But I suppose that’s the name of the game on Saturdays. Alright…I’m going to attempt the trek across the living room.