It's hailing outside. Not very big, but noisy. My breath smells like peanut butter because I just ate a PB sandwich. It was a comfort. Lovely. And Nina is taking me out for dinner at Pasta Basta, but only because she needs me to help clean up the office after we eat. Slavery, I tell you! Even if it comes with food. Good food at that! And paid for... Ok, maybe it isn't slavery...
Ok, now I'm hungry again. Four hours til paid-for-meal. I've got chips. No, maybe a banana. Maybe both.
God, I am so indecisive today.... Good thing I'm not relly working today. No big decisions to make. That starts tomorrow.