my reward to myself for getting through today (and, i don't want to jinx it but i hope i did more get through--today seemed pretty good actually) was to go home, make myself a big delicious homecooked meal, and pour myself a glass of decent wine. now the kitchen still smells divine, it's all cleaned up, my stomach's pleased, and i can just rest 'til tomorrow. i'm just hoping for another round o' scrabble. i need to give myself a haircut tomorrow; just a trim. and damn. i'm such a domestic dork it's pathetic. and i love it, i love it; i wouldn't have it any other way tonight.