Damn You Macianos!

So, as you may have read, my grandpa passed away. Yes he was 83, yes he had a great life, yes he died peacefully, but that does not make it hurt any less. Not to mention that his death has brought out family drama that I never thought I would have to deal with (mostly with my unemotional, detached father who I am surprised even acknowledges my existence). Last night I could not sleep, not at all. Finally at 8:00 this morning after researching flights all night and writing and crying and moping I forced myself to go to bed. I slept til 2:30 in the afternoon, finally dragged myself out of bed at 4:00 in the afternoon and have been moping and trying to figure out where I will stay while in Virginia.

Of course I didnt want to do anything today. Of course I wanted to eat my way out of sadness. So what do I do? Instead of being strong, I call Macianos, the Satan Underlord of pizza. Macianos pizza is my favorite. It is so good, there arent even words to describe it, other than to say if I had to choose Macianos pizza or sex, the pizza would win hands down. One of Macianos minions delivered my Spinach and Mushroom pizza and I ate way more than necessary. What can I say? I fell off the wagon and feel guilty and angry with myself for doing so. The only thing I can say is I havent eaten anything else today, but I am not sure if that is good or bad. Let the public stoning commence.....NOW.