My roommates and friends are downstairs. One of my roomies made us dinner - shrimp alfredo and baked potatoes. I had a baked potato with salsa and a cider. In a little bit she's going to ice and serve the cake. Later, after we've digested a bit, we're going to break out some wine and cheese.
I can do this. I really can. My stomach is not as big as I think it is, I'm not as globby as I think I am. I am going to enjoy eating a meal my wonderful roommate made and I am not going to hate myself for it. Dammit.