Cookie Dough

Something is terribly wrong with me. Not only am I updating my blog at 5:00 am (I just got off work at BAR and the time sprung forward an hour), but I am sitting here with a tub of cookie dough and a big spoon. So that whole eating right thing I mentioned in "402nd" place apparently isn't going over very well. I have some strange obsession with cookie dough. SAM's club sells huge tubs of it, already premade... dangerous. When we first moved in together, I got Madeha hooked on it also, and together, we finished 2 tubs of it in less than 2 months... definitely not good. I promised myself I wouldn't buy another tub of it, so why am I sitting here with a tub now? Damn coworker's-son's-boy-scout-troop. Popcorn is useless, and this was the only other thing worthwile on the menu. Somebody shoot me now.