I can't think to write straight this morning because I'm so flippin' hungry. I don't want to have a snack because I'm going home in a bit to eat Bill's left-over pulled pork and tomatillos.
I don't want to spoil my appetite (like that could happen). We had it for dinner last night and it was awesomeness on a plate. I am so not looking forward to Bill going back to work in a couple of weeks.
I wish someone would accidentally drop a doughnut on my desk or something. Why do they just keep bringing me work? That's not going to help my grumbling gut. Gah! Some people are so mean.