I had a crappy day at work today and got out really late, so I decided to eat myself some 'happy'. And by Happy I mean foooooood. I medicate myself with food which helps explains my present girth. That, and I'm freakishly lazy. Although family members say that I'm the smallest I've been, I'm sure they are just trying to make small talk. Yes, I'm skinnier than a cow, but not by much. Meh...

On another front, it's time to just admit it. I have a problem. It's an addiction. I've said I could stop any time I want, but that was a lie. I need it. I must have it. I will die if I don't get another taste of it soon. Of course, I'm talking about a series of books. Ah, Marian Keyes, good stuff there....Gooooood Stuff....