Tonight there was a lecture at work, then a dinner. Which I was not invited to. But I was invited to see The Golden Compass with some people, and watching armored polar bears duke it out beats any lame work dinner in which people congratulate someone over and over for a subpar lecture on contemporary photography.
Now I'm home and I've finished off the chocolate pretzel bag, including the chocolate dust inside. Someone save me from myself.
I didn't eat any dinner before the movie, because I didn't have time to come home and eat, and no expendable cash to buy food. Now it's after midnight, and dinner seems like a useless bother anyway. I followed the pretzel dust with some baby carrots, and I'll probably follow the carrots with a shot of Jack Daniels. Is this what happens when you live alone?
I just want to hole away this weekend.