On Dieting

This morning I took my work to "the office" (read: Starbucks). I work from the Starbucks when I need to get away from the house and be around other busily working adults instead of many indolent pets; or when I need a place to work without the constant nagging thought, "I should be cleaning the house right now."

I spent the morning preparing a very clever email, only to find that the guy I'm emailing is out on vacation and won't be back until Wednesday.

On the plus side, I ate a danish.

(Generally speaking, I've been avoiding pastry as part of my diet. So far, dieting has consisted mainly in eating all the things I usually eat anyway, but then feeling really bad about it. On the other hand, counting calories is the perfect hobby for me, as it combines my love of keeping track of things and making lists with my natural tendencies towards obsessive self-scrutiny and needless unhappiness.)