can drink coffee and eat nothing and not be hungry until lunch.

Yep, same.

I need to make another batch of mini-quiches that I can quickly reheat and eat for breakfast. It's too easy for me to skip breakfast, what with not being a morning person, aside from my travel mug of coffee + goat milk. I try to keep KIND bars and single-serve packets of peanut butter in my laptop bag for when I rush out of the apartment without remembering to eat, or when I get stuck in traffic.

Sigh. Not only did I not win the powerball, I didn't even match a single number, in the five tickets I had. I mean, $10 down the drain is far from a financial burden, it's worth it to dream, but yeesh!

Mm, quiches are delicious.

Lots of people park in front of my driveway. It's really narrow and easy to miss, and also there isn't enough room between my driveway and the neighbor's to fit a car, so some people know it's there and block it anyway. A combination of don't see and don't care, I guess.

Which reminds me, I should check to see if he's gone so I can actually put my car in my driveway.

I matched one number. Woohoo?

Also one number on SuperLottoPlus.

I feel certain this 2nd Chance drawing is a bad idea, but I'm entering anyway, what the hell. But I'm not getting the mobile app. That's going too far.

Maybe you should paint your driveway red.

When Harvey gets snuggly just before I leave for work, I tell him, "When you turn 18, you can buy lottery tickets. Then when you win the lottery, you can pay me to stay home and snuggle you." As his 18th birthday approaches (ok, it's in April, but I am feeling optimistic), I find myself trying to think of places to buy lottery tickets that would let me bring the cat in, being a special occasion and all.

BBC is reporting that Alan Rickman has died.

My response: "Always."

Oh, no. Oh, shit. Come on, Universe. Bowie and Rickman in one week?

Well, drat.

Now I have to watch Truly, Madly, Deeply.