Confession.
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Evil Things
Some of you may know that my Friday was imported straight from Hell into the lap of yours truly. I can't bear to get into details -- can't talk, write or even think anymore about what a truly godawful day this has been, except to say Lack of sleep + work pressures x daycare woes + too old to have kids = OMGWTF Help me Jesus.

I said to a friend during the afternoon, in between nursing the baby and trying to peel my brain off the ceiling, that I didn't know whether to take a nap, burst into tears, take up drinking in the afternoons, or possibly all three.

Actually? I did none of those things. Well, a nap with Julia, but that was later. But do you know what I did?

I ate an entire fucking Marzipan log from Cost Plus Imports.

That's right. I'm a pig. A big, fat, stressed-out, sleep-deprived pig. But you know what? It tasted freaking fantastic, I'd do it all over again, and I DON'T CARE.

And now back to our regularly scheduled insanity. TGIF! I'll be off kneeling on rice and saying Hail Marys.