Self-medicating

Today was a double ice cream sandwich-chocolate chip cookie dough-coconut cake ball-chocolate chunk brownie sundae kind of day. But since I couldn’t have that, I powered through an episode of Top Chef on the wedmill and then sequestered myself and my cat child in the media room for a couple rounds of my current favorite TV show.

The real world is driving me to Dexter, which, when you think about it, could potentially be more harmful than all the other job-related vices combined.

Sarcasm from last night

(817) Sister: I bow to your No Doz! I once was tired but now am focused! Next stop: speed.
(817) Brother: Why not meth?
(817) Sister: Ew, no! I'm not smoking Drano! I have standards!*

*Which include but are not limited to refusing all drugs stronger than caffeine. And Chardonnay. (Lest there be any confusion.)