faster! fries!

So I've screwed myself with my quickness. I've done things way too fast for the poor little process. I suppose there's virtue in being quick at what I do, and since I've been doing it for 15 years, there's little to learn in actual technical terms. This means, of course, that I've become completely Capricorn-ed-ly focused, and now I have nothing to do. I remain in peril of finding the actual end of the internet. Horrifying.

Perhaps I'll find some Living Dead Dolls to collect...

So the diet continues, and the scale reflects minute incremental change. I'm now on Phase 1.5. This means I'm still half on the wagon, and manage to leap off at full tilt when the danger time of 8 pm comes up. I'd give my left eye for some french fries right now. With Denny's ranch, on Madonna Road in San Luis Obispo. Ah, such fond memories of 4 a.m., studying for an art history exam, gaining that junior 20 and not caring.

So, my three readers: what should my next project be?
a) finish the scarf?
b) build a complete 1888 bustle gown? (with corset and underthings)
c) make some pants that actually fit me?
d) or streak my hair with orange and red?