Man, what a fucking day! Busy at work, too many damn phone calls. Doctor's appointment that I thought would take an hour and a half actually took three and a half hours.

Anyway, I'm ready to go home.

Saturday - Jo Jo Moore Rugby Tournament in Peekskill, NY. We took the good, we took the bad, we took them both and there we had the tournament . . . the tournament. (For those of you too young to remember, 'The Facts of Life' was set in Peekskill.) Anywho, we lost but we had lots of fun. Highlights, watching the Under 19 competition (Made me wish I'd played rugby at that age) and scoping out the hot paramedic who was on hand at the tournament. Yum.

All the proceeds of the event went to benefit Jo Jo Moore who was left paralyzed after a rugby accident. He attended the rugby day. I've got to say, if that ever happens to me, I can only hope that I will handle it with the dignity and grace that he exhibited. Seems like a hell of a guy.

My only major fuck up of the day was deciding that I would forgo wearing sunscreen because 1) it was overcast, 2) I was planning to stay in the shade, and 3) being Irish/Scottish/German I knew that I'd never get a sunburn. Needless to say, my typically fishbelly white skin is now lobster red and covered with the most amusing little blisters. Looking on the bright side, it doesn't hurt . . . unless I touch it, bump up against anything, wear clothes, move, blink, or breathe. Good times.

Sunday was quiet. I spent most of it in bed praying to the Sun God to take back my sunburn. That didn't seem to help so I slathered myself in cocoa butter instead. Didn't help either, but I smelled really nice.

Once the sun started to set and I knew I could go outside without the threat of spontaneous immolation, I wandered down to Mike'nDavid's house ('nDavid is out of town for several weeks) to watch the first half of 'Salem's Lot'. It's not great (I mean, it's made for cable), but it does have some really good bits. Genuinely creepy.

So . . . after having visited two doctors in the past couple of weeks and having both of them tell me that most of what's wrong with me is because I've gained so damn much weight since my injury, I've decided to go back on the South Beach Diet. I'm going to re-read the book tonight and get things going. Hopefully by rugby season, most of the pain will have gone away and I'll be able to play. Of course the physical therapy and Vioxx should help too. But wish me luck on the diet. I hate it more than just about anything.