There are a box of chicken nuggets sitting in my freezer and ginger creme cookies sitting in my kitchen cabinet, unopened. I feel like eating all of them. I also feel like opening up the tiny bottle of maraschino cherries I bought and eating all of those as well. It is 3 pm and I am still in my polka dot pajamas. I'm not depressed. I AM tired and content with acting and feeling lazy. I feel like a kid whose parent has just gone on a trip. I feel like an adult who has just discovered that I can eat cookies anytime and not make my bed for weeks if I don't wanna.

I think this all stems from Larry leaving this morning to go to the Philippines. I will miss him. I will worry about him a little because of the recent terrorist bombing, but I feel a silly sense of freedom with having the house all to myself. If I want to watch MTV's marathon of "So You Think You Can Dance" I will. I can watch movies and shitty tv all day long. I don't feel the need to go out and see people (not that I have all that many friends in town anyway) and the thought of holing up and not speaking to anybody for days is actually really comforting. I'm not feeling withdrawn. I just am feeling really cozy with being with MYSELF, which is good.

I do have 4 cats and 1 kitten to take care of but that is it.

Maybe I will sleep all day tomorrow. Just because I can.

do the jerk * do the frug