I was going to go buy $30 of chips to drown my sorrows in after another shit week I was halfway out the door when I stopped, turned back inside and closed the door. Buying shit to clog my arteries isn't gonna solve anything.

Instead, I made a salad, did some pushups and am watching an old Siskel and Ebert review. I still feel like shit, but at least I did something. Guess at this point that's really all that matters, if anything.