{an abundance of food and a lack of sleep}

One of the great things about living on your own is that you don't have to listen to anyone point out the errors in your dietary choices. You want to drink milk that may or may not still be good? Go right ahead (It's not THAT far past it's expiration date!) You want to eat ice cream for breakfast? Go right ahead. (As long as it's chocolate chip cookie dough.) You want to make your peanut butter sandwiches with chocolate pop-tarts instead of whole wheat bread? Go right ahead. (Though why anyone eats pop-tarts in the first place is beyond me...)
Of course, you do have to deal with your own conscience, which usually makes people run or do jumping jacks in an attempt to rid themselves of the sugar high. If you're especially unlucky, you also have to deal with the rebellion of your own stomach. While my stomach isn't hurting at the moment, I am regretting my "I'm-too-lazy-to-do-anything-but-reheat-leftover-potato-wedges" dinner. Oh, not that the food itself wasn't delicious! But, being partially distracted by an online conversation, music, and my own daydreams (I know, I know, I need to stop multitasking!), I ate the entire container of leftovers. That was supposed to last me a few meals. Did I really eat the equivalent of FOUR potatoes? In fact there is only one more piece left on the plate. It mocks me.
It is now much too late and dark to try to run off all those calories and starches - and I promised one of the older women at work I wouldn't run by myself at night, even with mace, keys, a whistle, a paring knife, and a cell phone. But that's okay. After all, I can almost hear her sweet voice in the background saying "It's okay honey. At least they were baked, not fried." *Sigh* So are cakes and cookies and brownies. (Mmm.. brownies..)
I am currently contemplating what to do with that last baked potato slice. I could:

• Eat It.
• Throw It Away.
• Save It For Tomorrow's Breakfast.
• Throw It At The Squirrel On My Windowsill.
• Or Something Else Of Which I Have Not Yet Thought.

What a difficult decision! Well in the meantime, I think I should start doing those jumping jacks.