Okay, so I lied - I went into work today. I had a super lovely weekend that managed to be both busy and relaxing. Normally I'd think that was oxymoronic, but it worked out well.

When SC remembered that I was supposed to be gone today, she asked why and I said (very good naturedly) "Because I have way too much shit to do." She kind of laughed and said, "It's not like the office is going to fall apart." Excellent point! I mean, I'm not a doctor or lawyer or (insert any job with actual emergencies). Her saying that was a good reminder to me to not stress over stuff the way I tend to do. One thing I definitely didn't lie about: bringing work home. Forget that mess.

My eating habits have been not-so-great lately, but today I did quite well. You know, until I ruined it with the large bowl of Cap'n Crunch I had just awhile ago. I don't regret it; it was so tasty, and made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I'm quitting soda again. And chai! How will Starbucks survive without me? Oh, I have a feeling they'll be just fine.

I somehow restrained myself from crying during the series finale of "The Wire" last night. I almost lost it at two particular points: Bubbles' sister letting him come up from the basement for dinner (aw!), and Dukie shooting up (insert Principal Skinner-esque "NO!" here). Though I'm totally bummed that we'll never see another new episode, I'm also glad that they didn't wear out their welcome the way most shows do (or at least try to). The only thing worse than a great series ending too soon is it dragging on into meaningless plots that no one cares about and you're almost sorry you became a fan in the first place. Um, not like that's happened to me with a lot of shows or anything.

Whew, am I sleepy! Even though it's only 9:30. Which is really only 8:30 because of the time change. But since I got up at 6:00, that means I actually got up at 5:00, which means... yeah, I'm done.