I skipped dinner tonight after coming home at around 9:30 from taking Freya to the beach. I kind of like skipping dinner, it's nice. I don't know why it's nice, but I'm at the point now where I don't feel hunger pains anymore. I still feel them when I wake up, though. I've got 3 or 4 pounds of asparagus to grill tomorrow, as well as some corn that tastes almost like candy when the sugar inside gets quasi-caramelized by the fire. I didn't go to Baton Rouge this weekend so I guess I'll go see a movie tomorrow.