There's something goin' on with me and chicken this week. I just can't get enough.

I didn't start the day with an insane amount of chicken, but it sure ended that way. Approx. 6 oz at dinner and 6 oz later for "snack." I haven't gone back to update the food diary for yesterday, but I need to get after that. I'm not the binge-eating type, but you sure wouldn't know it by the quantity of chicken I've eaten this week. You'd think I was going through some sort of growth spurt, or something...

So when I was cooking my beloved chicken last night, the stove was soooo stinky--almost made me I decided to do the self-clean thing this morning and we opened all the windows. It is frosty in the house right now!!! And, by frosty, I mean 70 degrees (according to the thermometer) in the house with a 56 degree breeze blowing. Brrrr. I probably could have planned this a little better if I had bothered to look at the weather forecast. That is the problem with being a genius--there's not enough hard drive space left in the brain for common sense.

I watched most of the debates last night and really wish I hadn't. I'm even more distressed now, than I was. I find a great deal of comfort in living under a rock. It goes back to that whole "what you don't know can't hurt you" saying.