Getting to know me . . .

I like to sleep. A lot. Unless of course I'm eating which I also love to do. Sometimes I will stare off into the distance and dream of what exists outside the 6-inch realm of my focused sight. There are a lot of sounds and smells. I try tasting everything that I come into contact with in search of Mom, but so often I wind up with a mouthful of shirt, my own hand or just recently my Dad's nose. Yuck. There is also an unidentifiable scent of Fritos that may be coming off the foot structures of the mopey, brownish, furry thing that licks my face and chases something called "squirrels." So far, I like life on the outside. The schedule is easy, and the people all seem genuinely determined to help. I will admit the first night out of the hospital I wasn't sure the people I was with had any idea what they were doing. Anywho, they seem to have a few things figured out and I am looking forward to each morning with the enthusiasm that all will come clear, not just with my vision, but also with how all of this works. For the record, I jumped a massive six ounces at my weigh in today. I was nervous because so many of my friends lost weight right out of the gates, but my eat-sleep-eat-sleep regimine seems to be paying off. Gotta run, I have to, well, you know eat or sleep.