Baked Lays are the best food ever invented. I don't like to admit that I eat hydrogentically improved foodstuffs but whatevs. They're yummy and they have very little fat.
I am soooooooooooooooooooo tired and unneccessarily so. I read somewhere that the first sign of insanity is when you start thinking that your work is really important. Unless you work for the American Cancer Society or Doctors Without Borders or something your work is probably not THAT important. Meaning no one will die if you don't get shit done. It's good to do a good job, it's nice to give 100% but I should NOT be crying in my office. NEVER. NEVER EVER.
I have to go to France this weekend. Every time I have to go away I worry. I don't know exactly what I worry about but I start to feel like a knot in my stomach and I have little panic attacks. Not proud of that. But I love to travel. So riddle me THAT. I mean it's not like I ever DON'T have fun on these trips. I'm such a jerk.
You know what I could use? A crush. I would love to have a crush on someone right now. I would love to have someone that I actually WANT to make out with. I keep making out with my friends. That's just stupid.
I like the new Nelly Furtado song. It's produced by Timbaland so of course it's stuck in my head.
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I know what kind of work is superimportant. I write about it all the time. It's pretty close to cancer research.
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