The potato chip is my Kryptonite. I must stay far, far away, or my powers will surely be diminished.

Speaking of salty, fatty goodness: For some strange and inexplicable reason, I have plummeted in weight recently. Ten pounds in the last month and a half, and a whole four pounds since last Monday. It just doesn't add up. I'm not on a diet, I've worked out less than usual, I haven't been particularly active - too busy sitting on my not-so-fat-after-all ass and writing - and I don't think my eating habits have changed that much. But still, the pounds slide off me like butter off a hot potato.

(If I wasn't such a worrier, I'd be worried.)

(Uh. Wait.)

The timing is excellent, however, since Christmas - and thus Mom's cooking - is on the horizon. This year I won't have to feel guilty about that third serving. Or the fourth one. Okay, so Christmas food is my Kryptonite, but since it's a week-a-year thing, no harm done.

So if the potato chip and Christmas dinner are my Kryptonite(s)...what then is ice-cream? Red Kryptonite?

I was going to work this evening, but right now I'm thinking, "screw it, I'm playing Final Fantasy X instead".

Before I go: I got a couple of DVD box-sets earlier today (I have a serious problem with the online shopping. Serious. I need help); The West Wing season one, and the complete series of Sports Night. I've seen a couple of episodes of the latter show before - it's written and created by Aaron Sorkin, the main man behind (yes) The West Wing; my shopping is themed - and I liked it. Now that I've seen the first two episodes I can safely say that I love it (and not just a friendly love; no, a deep and romantic one, filled with passion and promise). It's fantastic. Extremely well written, expertly plotted, strong characters, and it makes even me want to watch sports. And I never, ever watch sports. The only problem with the set is that they've decided to include the horribly misplaced laugh-track. The show does very well without that distraction. Blame the network execs: They don't trust the viewers to know where to laugh unless they get assistance. Blah.

Still - good stuff, and if you like The West Wing you owe it to yourself to check this out.  ¶ 21:03