Last night, when I got home at about 11pm, I was faced with the same dilemma that greets me after a couple beers and a fun night out. The refrigerator saying "Merrrmmmmmm...open meeeee". And every time, I have a mental row about it before finally succumbing, not even truly hungry, to various degrees of snackage, from leftover vegetables (not so bad) to spoonfuls of frosting dipped in a back of chocolate baking chips (bad). I always feel guilty after this, because I wasn't even hungry to begin with, and also because eating shit right before bed is all around not a great idea.
Well, last night I did the same thing--up until the mental row part. I decided I would feel significantly better about myself if I abstained from that unnecessary snack, and sure enough, I didn't die of hunger. Far from it actually. I did however wake up with a slight hangover after 2 beers and a wine spread out over 4 hours. What an amateur.
I know I've been exhausting the food topic to death. So I'll keep this one short. But mainly I want to own a restaurant some day. Really actually a bar that serves bangin food. I know I would be a good bar tender (notice the intentional space there).
It's good to have goals. I have to say: the thing I've loved most so far about this adventure is not knowing what in hell is coming next.
Until next time...I am in THIS kind of mood: Classy, rich, and sweet :)
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