dira | a dilemma

On the one hand, clearly I should not be allowed to wander around unsupervised: I went grocery shopping and came home with Mountain Dew, bananas, and four kinds of chocolate candy including an Almond Joy from the checkout lane (but NOT the Enquirer about Angelina's sonogram OR the InStyle about Brad and Angelina's wedding, GO ME).

On the other hand, clearly my friends are a terrible influence, because Giddy and I started plotting X-files fic last night and HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO STOP SINCE.

Send help. Or tabloids.