I tried to go to sleep a while ago, and I couldn't.
I decided to come out here to the computer, after about a half hour of 'tossin' and turnin'.
That's when the stupid hit.
They were calling me. Staring at me.
The open bag of Tostitos Chips.
(Okay, not open, but previously opened and only secured with a clip.)
1/3 of a bag left... and yet... they called so loud.
'You know you want some of us... go ahead... just a few...'
'Get the salsa... it's just in the pantry', they nudged.
That was all the coercion I needed.
I am so weak.
The empty bag is in the garbage, so it can't mock me, and the 1/2 jar of salsa in the fridge.
I think I can hear it's muffled 'Bwahahaha!' of triumph through the door.
Ugh. Whenever I do sleep, I am so going to have heartburn.
Catch you tomorrow, with the complete weekend update!