more please

I saw a good friend this weekend and she sent me home with this:

It's breakfast this morning.
I keep putting the lid back on and saying I'm done, but then I'm back to the jar. 
We'll see how long it lasts.


It was a weekend of indulgence.
A night out with friends.
Lots of sleeping.
And eating.
And watching Bones on netflix.
I'm on the last season.
A little stressful and sad.
I don't know what I'm going to pick next.
If only life's problems were so trivial.