I didn’t leave the apartment all day.
I didn’t get a WINK of shut eye (I’ve been up for over 55 hours straight).
I ate half the bag of cereal (I lost track after bowl number 4).
I watched the entire first season of 30 Rock.
I attacked a jar of peanut butter with nothing but a spoon.
I rocked sweat pants the entire time.
Oh, and I polished off the last few slices of vegan cheesecake.
The crust was still perfectly moist and crumbly (CoverMate what whaaaat).
Tomorrow starts Alphebruary