Is it problematic that food makes me feel better than it should.

Well, (1) how happy do you think it should make you feel? and (2) how happy is it actually making you feel?

I mean, if you think a muffin should make you feel "Ah, what a pleasant tasting foodstuff," but it's actually making you jump up and down and scream and cry like those people who get called down on The Price Is Right, then maybe things are a little skewed.

If you, say, LIVE for your daily muffin, but then you don't get your muffin one day and it sends you into such an emotional tailspin that you can't get out of bed, then maybe things are a little skewed.

Otherwise, I say: this is a fucked-up world we live in. Bad shit happens all the time. Annoying shit happens all the time. The dog pukes on your favorite shoes. Your employer screws with your paycheck and says you owe them thousands back. Your pretty baby girl is still hanging out in the hospital instead of at home.

In the face of all that, I say take all the enjoyment you can get, and if that means a damn muffin makes you inordinately happy, then enjoy that damn muffin.

CAN I GET AN AMEN????

(Yeah, sorry about that last part; I just started to feel like a televangelist by the time I wrapped up my muffin rant.)

AMEN!

This all fits into my "be as happy as possible about the small things" philosophy, because I swear to god, if I waited around for big things to be happy about, I would not be a happy camper. Utz cheese popcorn, OTOH, I can have any time I want! More or less.

gets money ready for the collection plate.

relatedly, I could use some food joy. I am unsatisfied with the salad I brought. I am trying to bring in lunch twice a weeka nd this is #2 for the week, so I guess I could also bring in lunch tomorrow and just go but a supplement to the salad, but then I have to get up.

Your Daily Muffin is the new newspaper I'm going to start! I had the most delicious lemon poppyseed muffin (whitey) today!!

This all fits into my "be as happy as possible about the small things" philosophy

Okay this made me cry a little too (Hormones? Enough!) but it's such a great thing to do. I need to practice that like a lot.

Oh! Brett Favre is crying on my computer. [link]

Kat, in solidarity with you, I just went down to the deli and got a blueberry muffin.

Now, as a whitey, I will eat it.

I am unhappy with my lunch as well-- It was a "Turkey Wellington" which was turkey and spinsch in puff pastry with tzatzeki sauce. And it would have been good but the turkey was all weird and tendony and reminded me of the meat I had as a child.

Amen, good reverend Tep.

I want my spasm thing to heal, because I am going bananas. I have a conference call at ten, and that will help me feel a bit less useless.

But like, I'm stuck in my messy house and I can't even CLEAN because I can't really move very well.

Useless am I. USELESS. I may just go get a movie before I take the muscle relaxer and can't drive so at least I can stare at the teevee and ignore the dirty kitchen floor and the laundry that needs folding.

But like, I'm stuck in my messy house and I can't even CLEAN because I can't really move very well.

Dude, LET IT HEAL. You do not want to fuck up your back.

I think what Tep is trying to say is, ENJOY YOUR FRELLING MUFFIN, WHITEY!