I let that homeless guy tell his story here yesterday, and I forgot to mention that I got the call from somebody about my Liver Ultrasound. The results are in.

It was not good, but at the bottom scale of bad. I have Fatty Liver caused by consuming alcohol. I could have Skinny Liver if I ever managed to stop.

I guess my old body is OK, considering everything I've done to it. So I have trouble walking, and Parkinsons has turned me into a vibrator (don't know why the girls aint jumpin all over me?) , but it could be much worse.

I had breakfast at the buffet in the Square this morning, one plate, two orange juices, and coffee. I sat directly behind the buffet line so I could people watch while I ate.

I saw very obese people, who could barely walk because of their weight, keep coming back for more. I guess when you get to that state, the only thing that turns you on is a local feeding trough where you can eat until you're carried out the door. They're just as addicted to food as I am to alcohol.

I really don't like the Saturday buffet, rather have my regular, but when I rolled out of bed at 0700 I needed food, with liquids, and it's only three minutes away. It's tough having a Fatty Liver.