My first mistake this morning was buying the pumpkin muffin at Dunkin' Donuts. I didn't need a muffin. I wasn't even all that hungry. I just wanted a muffin. A buffer against the cold and my crankiness and my upcoming day at work. I opened my coffee (I don't need that either! ALANA!) and started eating the muffin. It was good. Kind of messy since I was eating it too fast. I looked down as I dropped a crumb on my skirt, and as I moved my hand to wipe off the crumb I realized it wasn't a crumb at all. I had drooled on my skirt.

I keep having nightmares and it's pissing me off. I wake up with a stone in the pit of my stomach and have to convince myself that a hyperactive dog did NOT cause the death of my friend and we were not eating chili to honor said death. And that I AM perfectly capable of driving and parking a truck. And that I don't have to ride my horse through Boston traffic to get work.

Also, last night I overcooked my chocolate chip cookies.