It's quarter to one, and I've been home for less than an hour. Since I haven't been home in nearly two weeks, I'm feeling somewhat snowed under and disoriented. My inbox is full of Christmas shopping catalogs produced by optimists (a good six inches deep kind of full), the cat boxes need tending, I haven't dared to look in the fridge yet, I doubt I have any clean clothes left, and the dog is outside sending me psychic messages about how I'm neglecting him.

So what did I do first? I signed up for NaNoWriMo 2004.

I really must do something about this self-destructive streak.


Boring food entry:

bacon and eggs for breakfast, a fine garlicky chicken caesar (no croutons) for lunch, a chunk of fine beef potroast for dinner, a venti caffe breve and a chunk of low-carb cheesecake for dessert (I had better not make a habit of the cheesecake). Two liters of water. Go me.

Also stayed on diet last two days, but between essay and biochem midterm, sleep schedule was too fucked to bother with posting.