Guilt implies regret, and I regret few of my pleasures. Life is meant to be lived, and lived well.

However, there are some that make me blush (just a bit) to admit my enjoyment. These include, pigging out on popcorn, accompanied by orange juice, my fondness for the smell of shoe stores, an inordinate love of cheese, spending otherwise productive afternoons with trashy war novels, a hypnotic fascination with Total Eclipse of the Heart, wearing a certain purple shirt I keep securely hidden in the back of my closet and the fact that I have way, way too many pairs of goggles.