My relationship is suffering as a direct result of my complete lack of self-control, but somehow I'm getting skinnier.
And I came up with a brilliant short story theme.
So I'll be ok if I can get that out of my system, work every day until my vacation, plan a dinner party for Aaron, finish reserving everything for Seattle, finish my McSweeney's stuff, and fold the $30 worth of laundry that's currently inhabiting my sleeping space. Will it ever end?