And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.
So, the library party was at 2:00. There was much food. Much much too much food. And, since my religious beliefs are centered, primarily, around the notion that good food must be consumed (seriously -- that's commandment 1-9. Commandment 10 is "And Thou Shalt Not Waste The Coffee, Either, Unless It's Decaf"), I ate. And ate. I thought they'd just have dessert. But they had entrees, too. All from Epicurean.
I am so fucking full now. I just want to take a nap.
Tonight, I get to see a movie. And bake a pie for the ATG party tomorrow.
I am so fucking full now. I just want to take a nap.
Tonight, I get to see a movie. And bake a pie for the ATG party tomorrow.
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There, isn't that soothing?
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*gnaws fist* LOL
Can I be your temple prostitute, then?
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But but but - decaf isn't coffee!
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there's a pie in my office. (I know there was a cake the other day, so I am lucky, not as lucky as you food-wise, but.) And what I really want to know is, how is it getting eaten, when there are no utensils in my office? Hmmm? It's gooey apple pie, too. Very odd.
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pie is my favorite breakfast food...
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er... I'm just being... hypothetical.. that's the ticket...
::hungry:::
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That's why we have desks. To crawl under.
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I suppose that's a Good Thing where my giant ass is concerned, since I'm trying to think about diminishing said ass. But damn. A holiday without Danish Shortbread Cookies, without Tins of Popcorn, without the Amazing Rumballs our old courier's wife would make for us. No free foodies, whatsoever. It seems Un-American.
Hrm. I need to find me some Adoring Vendors, me thinks.