It turns out I'm a pretty big comfort junkie.  I notice myself doing things simply to squeeze a little more enjoyment out of life, often to the detriment of myself and others.  Yesterday at work, it was about 0.2 degrees colder than I would've liked it to be, and instead of putting my jacket back on and just toughing it out for 30 seconds, I used the little heater sitting under my desk.  And oh, was it glorious.  I kept it on for like 3 hours, despite the fact that it gobbles electricity and it wasn't even that cold to begin with. 

I've mentioned my BBQ eating disorder before (I eat because it feels good), but it goes beyond that.  I typically try to stop eating by around 8 or 9pm because otherwise I wake up the next morning with the taste of last night's food in the back of my mouth.  But oftentimes I find myself eating until right before I go to bed simply because I enjoy the act of eating.  It's comfortable; it makes me feel good.  What a sick human being I am. #psychology