kettle corn.

It's Wednesday. I move tomorrow and leave town Friday. At the moment, I'm working on controlling my stress level through a healthy little combination of exercise, meditation and mantras, salivating over my friends' food blogs, and trail mix. And let me tell you, I freaking love trail mix, but that's beside the point.

Last night I had a program committee meeting to plan my sorority alumni group's events for this coming year. Although I may not appear to be, I am a sorority girl at heart. Judge if you will, but I can also kick some ass while wearing heels (and have about 50 other close girlyfriends who can and will do the same), so the choice is yours. After the meeting, I headed home to pack and clean. Mind you, I've been "playing it smart" by not turning on my AC for the past few days... which has resulted in a string of sweaty nights and sweating while I'm trying to get ready for work in the morning. And believeyoume, trying to put makeup on over a layer of schweat is about as fun as watching a sloth race a snail. SO, while I was dancing around my kitchen sweat-packing, I also was noticing how nasty a kitchen can get. There was old rice stuck in the drain-side sink (omigod sick), unidentifiable goo on the floor, crumbly things in the drawers, and stickiness/greasiness I can't even talk about. I'm pretty sure in a former life I was a French maid (hehehe) because I lurrrv to clean.

I finally fell into bed around 11. And by bed, I do mean my mom's air mattress she loaned to me while I make my transition from A to B. Sexy, I know. The best part is that it slowly leaks air, so I wake up every morning wrapped up like a burrito in the middle of the deflating mattress. Well last night I must have been working really hard because I hardly remember waking up in the middle of the night to stumble into the bathroom, closely followed by the kitchen... and this morning I woke up next to a bag of kettle corn. What the hell. Is this what my life has come to? Sleep eating? I used to be a sleep walker and was totally fine with that, mostly because of the stories people would tell me the next morning about what I had done.

Example: My dad's family went up north on a camping trip and little 8-year-old-MelMel had to wee in the middle of the night. I was cool enough to be sharing a tent with my parents (2 older bros shared a "boys only" tent and my older sister was going through her "everyone-especially-my-younger-sister-stay-the-eff-away-from-me" phase, so she had her own tent... bastards). Somehow I got up and out of the zipper door, then popped a squat on the outside of the tent. When I got back inside, I laid down on a piece of luggage and fell back asleep. My stepmom woke me up to put me back in my sleeping bag and little did I know, she had witnessed the whole thing. The next morning we scouted out the damage and saw what basically equated to a dog marking his territory on the side of our tent... woopsies.

So yes, sleep walking I'm cool with. Sleep eating though? I mean come on, that's how people become obese! The scary thing is that I can't even set a trap for myself or try to hide my food from myself... because then I'll just outsmart myself by finding it. Give me a break.