Love can make you do crazy things.

Like go to Eat 'n' Park at 1 AM when you have to get up early in the morning to go in to work.

Normally I wouldn't make it a matter of public record, but if this is making up for the projectile vomiting incident, then this entry is staying for as long as that one does.

Meanwhile, on the "I can't wait to live alone" front, who orders two large pizzas after they've already had dinner, only to eat three slices and put the rest in the fridge, in the process having to rearrange all the other food in the fridge (a full shopping trip's worth, bought only hours earlier) so that everything is balanced precariously on top of each other? Why don't you tell me that, huh?