Pizza

What a day… I really didn’t think I’d make it through this week at times and yet, I did. (Comma in the right place?) I don’t know what the hell I want to do with my weekend but I know I want to do a lot. That make any sense? Probably not. I don’t want to see Cat In The Hat, which has gotten some of the most hilarious awful reviews I’ve ever read. I wish I could remember the link to the Metafilter thread about the film and I’m too lazy to look it up right now.

Next week is only a three-day work week. Stephanie’s telling me to focus on that. I hope I can. That’s the only way I’m going to get through it. That, and maybe cheating on my diet. Tonight Stef decided to begin the cheating a bit early (she’d always planned on cheating the week of Thanksgiving) and we ordered pizza because I forgot to take anything out of the freezer this morning.

It was good. Pizza is good for the soul.

Uhm, I think I’m going to bed now.