I broke habit tonight. After the laundry had run its cycle and the last dish in the kitchen had been scrubbed, instead of going straight to bed and tossing for two hours I opted for some "special time". I broke out disc one of Firefly, curled up on the couch with a handful of honey pretzel twists and some baba ganoush, and treated myself to one whole episode of delicious sarcasm and tasty snacks. I'm feeling positively decadent at the moment. If I'd thought to take a long bath before the show I think my brain would have exploded from too much enjoyment.