morning logic

I was at a party tonight, and no, before you start thinking that it was all wild and crazy, with karaoke and people making out; unfortunately, it was most definitely not like that. We sat around and talked about suede couches and the importance of alternating seat cushions with back cushions to get the most even distibution of general couch fluffiness; so really, you are not missing much, i promise. The most exciting part of my evening was when i was offered a slice of pizza, and i was like well, I already had a big dinner, but it would be kind of blasephemous to NOT have a slice of FREE pizza, so I politely take a tiny slice. Anyways, the tiny slice was in fact the gateway drug that quickly de-volved into me eating half the pizza even though i was not hungry at all; but hell, it was free, and pizza is oh so delicious. But i justify this because whenever i get really really hungry, I start thinking of all the moments in history when I’ve declined perfectly good food under the excuse that “i’m full” and i’m like damn, why did i reject that stale panini like two weeks ago. I could SO be eating that right now. Yes, obviously that makes no sense because even if i ate that stale panini 2 weeks ago, i would still be hungry, duh, but i’m hungry, there is no logic when i’m hungry. Kind of like morning logic. You know that moment in the morning when you wake up and you have like a TON of shit to do but you’re sooo comfortable in your bed that you start to convince yourself of things like “i don’t NEED to catch my flight to the bahamas” or “i don’t NEED to go to my own wedding”. Seriously, morning logic is the work of the devil. It made so much sense at the time. And we all know those are famous last words.