Is it just me, or does the new Grand Central Bowl commercial make it look just like an adult Chucky Cheese? There's the games, the sub-par food, I think I may have even caught sight of a ball pit (but I'm not swearing to that one). Lord knows, from what I remember of the place back in the 90s, it was definitely a ball pit in one sense of the word.
There were just two commercials back to back - one for August Osage County, one for Devil's Due. Guess which one Roger wouldn't be caught dead at, and which one I'm avoiding like the plague.
I know, this post is a little commercial centric. I normally skip through the ads like a gazelle swanning its way through the savannah, but I was actually watching something without the DVR buffer tonight. In personal news, I'm down to 427 today, so off the plateau and back on track. I'm not sure why 427 seems so much more significant than 435 - I think it's that once you start on the 20s, you're finally in view of 400. I'm at least at the point where it seems feasible that I might get into the 300s by my birthday. Dinner tonight was home-made hash browns with onions, peppers and apple/sage "sausage". Not the best option, but not horrid.
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