So I have one more reading to do, and I had a craving.  For these things:

Roommates keep telling me that the first step is admitting I have a problem.

I DO NOT.

I just.  Really like them.

And get cravings.

To the point that when we're out I need to delay work to go get more.

Psh, I don't have a problem.


Also I keep daydreaming about what it would be like to be in a band as the lead singer but lawlz that'll never happen.  But I guess it is still fun to think about.