I. am. almost. there. All this work I've finished tonight after my quick 2 hour nap should really have been finished yesterday. I can't believe that I resorted to escape-by-napping! Shame on you, self. Nor can I actually believe that I devoured the most *delicious* leftovers ever from my girls brunch earlier today. Er, yesterday.
But there is something *too good* about eating deliciously unhealthy food at an ungodly hour because, well, it feels good. Emotional eater, wha?