my perfectly cromulent nachos

I cannot see the word cromulent without thinking of barbarians with swords. It makes the nachos seem a lot more aggressive than they probably are.

mmmm, nachos!

I have been fighting with my computer at work for the past half hour. Clearly it is time to go home. There may not be any duck tacos, but there's the promise of a glass of wine while I cook dinner. I should probably be trying harder at … something … but oh well. Not trying for much at all at the moment.

Timelies all!

There is a distinct lack of food trucks in my life.

We get food trucks here at work, but I'm too cheap to buy from them for lunch.

When I have to get up at night, I don't turn any lights on to fool myself that I am not awake. Once, DH (a very deep sleeper) came shuffling into the dark bathroom, and I said, "I'm in here." There was a long puzzled pause and he said "Why are you sleeping in the bathroom?" When I explained that I was just there to pee, he sounded even more confused. "How can you pee in the dark?"

Men need more visual assistance for aiming.

I don't like to turn on lights any brighter than candlelight at night, or else my brain thinks it's time to wake up. Which makes no sense because brain has no trouble at all falling asleep during the day.

When I'm lying in bed deciding whether to get up or not, turning on a light seems like a terrible idea, but if I do get up and I do turn on a light it's always fine. And when I go back to bed and turn off the light, I think I perceive it as darker which helps me go back to sleep (I do have trouble sleeping during the day). Disturbs the dog and possibly the cats, but they can nap all day long. And probably do.

Left the salad at work for tomorrow's lunch and brought home cake and Funyuns for dinner. I feel pretty good about my life choices right now.

In college, I could wake up in the middle of the night from a sound sleep, get out of the top bunk without killing myself, shuffle all the way down the illuminated hallway to the bathroom (also full of light), do my business, shuffle back up the hallway, clamber into the top bunk, and fall back into a dead sleep within seconds.

Man, I miss those days. Now my brain thinks that when I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, it is WIDE AWAKE LET'S HAVE ALL THE SNACKS time.