what is the limit of human food consumption?

I've been away from work for six days now, and have an additional five days before I have to go back. I would like to think I have used this time constructively, clearing up the odds and ends of 2007, getting my house in order (as they say) and spending a terrific christmas with my family.
Alas, I have done only one of those. Instead, I have spent the time successfully turning myself into a slug. A cookie-eating, nut-devouring, snack-munching slug. To borrow (and tweak)a phrase from a friend, I have become "a mindless food hoover." It got so bad that Monday and Tuesday were No Nuts Days and Wednesday was a No Cookies Day.

And along with this crazy eating pattern I've fallen into (i.e., eat everything all day along), I've developed a wild case of boredom. I know! My life's too short and I have too much to do and accomplish and focus on to spend so much time bored. But it's that irritating Cyclical Suck kind of boredom, where I could get up and do something, but I don't have the energy. Because I still have FIVE DAYS before I have to go back to my regular life.

It's weird. And it begs the question: why is there "apathy" but not just regular "pathy"?
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Meanwhile, I've become a sap. I can't even watch TV without getting torn up inside. In my defense, though, have you seen that diamond commercial where the couple's inside the car and it's snowing out, and they're holding hands and he slips the seven-whatever-engagmentversary pendant into her hand while the heartbroken male singer starts croaking out a song about how he might be falling in love with me? (Um, I mean, her?) Yeah, that's what I want. And I want to be lost in the desert, dehydrated and broken armed, only to wake up in a medivac copter to the face of the one man who loves me more than anyone else in the world.

(Ok, fine, I'll skip the whole desert/copter/dehydrated/CSI bit and go straight for the loves-me-more-than-anything part. Is that so wrong?)
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And doubly meanwhile, I think the mouse might be back. (I found little poos near my blender. What, may I ask, is there to eat near my blender??)
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I got on a bus today going in the wrong direction. At the last stop, the bus driver shouted "last stop!" so I got off the bus, watched it turn around and go back in the other direction, not even taking long enough in its turn for me to catch it on the other side of the street. I acknowledge that it was entirely my fault for getting on the bus going the wrong way, but if it was clear enough to the driver that I didn't realize this was the last stop, don't you think it would then have been clear to him that he should have stopped on the other side of the street to let me back on? Luckily, I didn't care much (hell, I still have FIVE DAYS in which to get all my stuff done) but it did get a little chilly walking along, waiting for the next bus.
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Seen on the back of a van today: "Where the Pro's Go!"
Clearly, it's not where the Grammar Pros go.
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I watched my favorite movie from childhood today: Nadia. It's the story of Nadia Comaneci, the Romania gymnast who got perfect 10s in everything for years in a row in the 70s. And then she drank bleach because her life was going to shit! I'm not kidding, this movie has easily the WORST script in recorded history, and yet, I still remembered it. Especially the yelling (of which there is plenty) and the syrupy, intentionally heart-string-pulling moments.

And yeah, even 23 years later, I teared up in all the right places.

Sucker. (see above)