The Orgy of St. V

The orgy of the chocolate gods has begun. Our receptionist has her birthday tomorrow, so we all stood around with sinfully delicious chocolate cake first thing this morning and avoided singing, as one of our secretaries (a dear woman who's a little light in the head) had a music box with that particular tune handy. At least it wasn't one of the singing hamsters.

One of our nurses just came through with kisses and peanut butter cups.

I've got a Milka sitting in the fridge for 'emergency' purposes (you never know when a Dementor might come through Seattle, for instance,) but I don't think I'll need to go to such lengths today.

I am encarred!

Wohoo! Dru's going snow-camping this weekend (and we'll pause for the instinctive shiver to die down, as yes, he's a freak) and he's letting me have the car! *happy dance* I won't need to take the bus on Sunday morning to the Slasher's Brunch, and I can go... gosh. Anywhere.

Someplace fun that doesn't involve snow, but I can't get to (easily) normally. Hrm. Let me ponder.