It’s 7:30 on a Friday night and I am falling asleep dreaming of junk food. I don’t know what I want more right now, to already be sleeping, or to be eating a giant, never-ending bag of barbecue potato chips. I finished my 1 gigantic red velvet cupcake an hour ago and wished I had bought 2. I have this compulsive need right now to stuff my face. I’m in my pjs, barely able to keep my eyes open, and I keep wondering if it wouldn’t be worth it to drive to the grocery store and stockpile crap. I could be bathing in junk food in less than 30 minutes. God that sounds delicious.

I have wanted a cigarette all day long.

I don’t think I’ve ever allowed myself to walk into a grocery store and buy only what I want. (I just spent the past several minutes staring off into space compiling my imaginary shopping list: ruffle bbq chips, bbq baked lays, ice cream, holiday peanut M&Ms, chocolate chip cookies. I literally lost time.)

I’m putting on my jeans…