Turned down an invite to go out to eat. I've been on a pretty good social roll lately, so I guess I don't feel so bad declining. I woke up early this morning, and spent several hours at work getting stuff prepped for next week. I had only planned an in-out sort of thing, so I found a parking meter nearby (instead of throwing down $6 for the lot). Fifteen minutes for a quarter - yikes! I threw down what I had, and went inside.

Five hours, four shops and twenty quarters later, I realize my assessment of the day was flawed.

Ah well, ran a ton of errands. Went to Stanley's for my veggies, and got a few things from the store. As soon as I can home, I threw in some chicken into the crock pot, grabbed a coffee from Gallery Cafe and got my hands dirty with the nav.

I finished my last beer in the fridge last night, and I've spent today contemplating cutting back on the sauce.

Right now, I'm regretting that decision. I'm finding myself craving beer in the same way I used to crave cigarettes. That's sorta scary. I don't think I'm going to quit drinking totally (although that wouldn't be too bad an idea, in theory). The whole beer-after-work is, perhaps, not so good an idea.

*goes to get a glass of water*