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Good show tonight, although we had a pretty small audience thanks to the abyssmal weather we're having. Tomorrow should be huge -- a lot of people (myself included) have family and friends coming. I'm quite excited -- I've been so passionate about this show, and I really want to see what the people in my life think.

I just realized it's like 11:40 and I'm filming a monologue tomorrow (1-4) before going to the theater to do some costume repairs before the show. Voice, finally, after a two week hiatus before our Sunday matinee as well. Anyway, so I need to learn that monologue, like now.

But first, to report on tonight's grocery shopping expedition -- thai noodles with roasted garlic, some good olive oil, goat cheese rolled in cracked pepper, chococines and some wonderful Swedish-made pistachio marzipan with dark chocolate. Oh, and french vanila almong granola.

Yes, I spoil myself.

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I am a crank and I beg to differ with you. You do not spoil yourself: you treat yourself like a person who knows her own value, and who knows what will make her happy, comfortable, productive, and creative.

Would eating things you don't like, or can't digest easily, be somehow more virtuous? Would writing through indigestion somehow make things more worthwhile?

Well -- I have two grocery modes -- and one is I buy food in family packs and have the ingredients for lots of yummy affordable stuff that I cook on a regular basis and it makes be perfectly happy. But I also have a lot of food vices -- that are either vices because they are so unnecesary (who thought granola could be decadent?) or so unhealthy (my life is cheese).

Mainly though the thing is that the gourmet store near me is on the way home from the subway and open 24 hours and so it beckons in the night.