Okay. I was supposed to journal at the moment of this decision. Evening before the slob fest begins. Well here it is: it's not some big thing. There's no dark secret. I just want to drink 3 margaritas and watch Peep Show because it's an awesome show and it makes me feel comforted. Ok? That's it. I'll get up at 4:20, well actually I'll hit snooze twice so it'll be about 4:40 and I'll get back to work, because I actually want to, too, this time. Just like I did this morning. It was cool. It was scary. I could taste fear, in myself, in the bird song. In the spattering of rain that hit me one and a half minutes into my supposedly thirteen minute walk. And I came home and I got to work, because I like this work, it's doable. It's not horrible. So that, including tonight's exactly three margaritas, is exactly what I'm going to do. Watch me.