I did not die in a fiery plane crash, or a fiery car crash as of yet.

But…..

my mother is a terrible driver. I have been wearing my seatbelt while sitting in the back seat.

I’m laying in this dusty cluttered bedroom looking into the open closet at the boxes of christmas stuff that I organized for my mom last year. My body wants to go to bed, but I’m resisting. My plane was delayed this morning for three and a half hours. I couldn’t take it and with the Transmerdian Air apology four dollar food voucher, I ate a mini pizza. What a hypocrite. Eating a mini pizza after that venomous rant against dairy.

In my defense, I think I said that dairy wasn’t good for you and wouldn’t help you lose weight. I didn’t say I never fell to the siren song of cheese.