A Fuddrucker's opened downstairs today. There goes at least 5 years off my life.

At least In-n-Out is a 10 minute drive away; I'm a lazy enough bum to only make that trek once a week (lately it's been once every fortnight).

If I am to die of clogged arteries (or eyeball cancer) over the upcoming year, Han wants me to publicly state that I bequeath unto him my aquariums and my DVD collection.