Cookies are calling my name . . .

So, here I am, waiting for my computer to find a file I saved three minutes ago, and my mind wanders to the chocolate chip cookies I made a while ago and stored in the freezer. If I store them in a normal cookie jar I eat too many, and that's just a sad thing. But on the day after a really cloudy, emotionally blue day I still have this inclination to self-destruct with food. I'm going to stave this one off for a few days before I decide it's just that I want a cookie, and it's OK for an adult to have a cookie every once in a while.