Um... don't let me freak anyone out with this... but I was just arguing out loud with myself (this happens more than I'd like to mention... but let's just remind everyone that I haven't really lived with anyone since early May [as living with my parents doesn't really count])... and at the end of it I said "I need to write."
I think it's the first time I've ever actually thought writing was the answer to my problems. We'll soon see if it really is. If not... I still have cake. Oh and Ice Cream.