So I went home early last night so that I could catch Friends, took a look in the fridge for dinner and decided to order a pizza. That, along with a recent discussion with D about what I want to do with my career, the state of my apartment, and the general unfocused state of my life, motivated me (after Will and Grace) to sit down and come up with a list of what I have to do to get where I want to go and become the person I know that I can be. Ambition is so not 'me', but I fake it pretty well sometimes.


It's not a long list, but it's pretty intense.

As I was recounting what I had decided to F during our coffee/tea outing this afternoon, I mentioned that to reach the health/weight goals that I had in mind, I should give up the chocolate-covered graham crackers I usually get with my annoyingly-spiced-black-decaf tea.

Paul the barman advised against this, saying they were necessary to maintain my homeostatic equilibrium.

That's good enough for me.