I have a date tonight. Woo hoo, right? It’s not even with someone I know from work. It’s an actual guy that I actually thought was cute at an actual bar and he introduced himself and I gave him my number. That is a thing that people do and I did it. I’m so proud. But I don’t want to go out tonight. All I want is to go home and eat a pizza. A whole pizza. Maybe watch some Downton Abbey. My relationship with Netflix Instant is real and it’s serious and it’s the only commitment I need.
I resolved not to eat refined sugar yesterday and today. When I get home from my date after midnight, it’s totally tomorrow already, right?
