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My coworker just sent me into sugar-shock with too-cute kitten pictures. I think I need to lie down now.

Vaguely hungry, but only an hour or so until quitting time, and I know I have plenty of leftovers at home, so I'm not really tempted to go down and get a half sandwich at the cafeteria, maybe on a bagel, with roast beef and cheddar and maybe sprouts and...

No, not tempted at all.

The boss is piling things on us in preparation for the two weeks he'll be gone. Mice! Play! Squeak!

Odd cravings

Damn. Now I'm craving hot wings and crappy tacos. Like, Taco John tacos. With watery hot sauce and potato oles. I feel so deprived! I'd have to go to Spokane for those!

At the very least, I need to get more chicken at the store for shredded chicken tacos. (Not tonight, of course, but soon.)