so lately i've been looking for the scale that my mother has hidden on me. to no avail :[ . after a good thirty-minute search and some harsh words between the two of us (my mother and me, mind you, not myself and the scale), i got so fed up i took my car out to the local 24/7 dunkin donuts for some late night coffee and a safe place to have a smoke unbeknownst to my parents. who knew french vanilla could taste so good at ten o'clock at night? certainly not i. and recently i've been hooked on menthol cigs rather than my usual ones, and i have to say i really like them. and they feel a bit less harsh on my throat than regulars (but that could just be my imagination). anywho, after a lovely cup of joe and a smoke, i'm feeling happy and rearing to go. unfortunately, it's ten thirty and i'm supposed to go to bed in an hour. but i never sleep that well these days anyway, so i figure this caffeine-and-nicotine-induced second wind can only benefit my late night escapades. which aren't really as exciting as those words imply. i usually just lay around and listen to sleepy music and play solitaire on my ipod until all the juice runs out. but tonight i think i might try something new, like scrapbooking or writing a short story. okay, scrapbooking might be a bit domestic for my tastes, but the story idea sounds plausible. brilliant! that's the plan, then. oh, by the way, i didn't really feel guilty about the coffee, because it was only a small, and i used skim milk and splenda, which amounts to about 80 calories max. hoorah!