i should feel guilty...

but i don't.

i just creeped into the kitchen, sliced some cheddar, put it on top of some tortilla chips i arranged on a plate, dumped some salsa on top of it all, and microwaved it briefly.

greasy, pathetic excuse for nachos.

and so delicious.

i cleaned up the evidence, wiped the counters, washed my hands well.

soon, i'll go wash my face and brush my teeth again, rinsing away all evidence of my corny misdeeds.

i wonder if boy feels this way when he sneaks some tofu when out to dinner with friends?

mmmm. nice.

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i'm going to enjoy a sedate, quiet evening at home. eat a little, watch a little tv with boy, relax a lot. just... rest. that will be nice.

i'll get boy to feed me ice cream, too.

yum, ice cream.

and then i can drowse off a bit. that will be warm and cuddly and good.