is everyone listening?

a Grande Hot Chocolate from Starbucks has 450 calories. FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY CALORIES. i mean, it tastes good, but not 450-calories good. i figured it would be high, but i had no idea it was that fattening. no wonder America is obese - there's a Starbucks on every corner (at least). that's going to be my thing i'm thankful for today: i'm not addicted to coffee. even hot chocolate is a rare luxury.

phew.

i hate to admit it, but i feel better when i go to bed earlier. DAMN IT! i really hate that. because i hate going to bed. i love being up late, especially with a few close friends or even just one person. it gives me a sense of comraderie with those people. like we're the last people awake in the world, solving problems, verbalizing dreams, warding off each others' fears.

but last night i went to bed right around 10 o' clock, which is unheard of in my world. i'd just said goodbye to the boyfriend and wasn't feeling up to anything except going to bed. so i did.

i woke up briefly at 6 a.m. (this is when i always set my alarm for during the week) and could have gotten up then if i had to (my body is not accustomed to getting 8 hours of sleep) but chose to stay in bed until 8 a.m. which means i got TEN hours of sleep. i don't think i know what to do with myself.

i showered.
i put together food to bring to work so i don't end up eating fast food.
i made my bed (sort of).
i dropped off a projector power cord at church (long story).
i impulsively bought a 450-calorie hot chocolate.
i was at work by 9:40 a.m. (usually i get in around 10 on fridays).

i haven't really accomplished anything at work, but it's friday, i had a hell of a long, busy, productive day yesterday, i'm here by myself, and i don't have to achieve any lofty goals today. i'm not feeling pressured and i like that. if i'm the only one who came to work today and who's going to be here until at least 4 p.m., i don't feel badly about taking some time to myself. not at all.

in conclusion: Starbucks, you are systematically taking over the world. soon we'll all be gigantic spheres of human flesh harrumphing ourselves around, helpless and lumpy. you'll take this perfect opportunity to strike and effortlessly dominate all 6.3 billion of us.

this apocalyptic theory, while outlandish, is not all that inconceivable. life forces from another planet could have devised the Starbucks Domination Plan centuries ago, and now it's entering its final stage.

i've gotta find a way to work off these 450 calories. i imagine a good physique is ideal when kung fu fighting strange creatures from outer space.