What with cake for today’s monthly birthday celebration, cookies with weirdly empowering slogans on them that one of the higher-ups deemed himself too good for, and the candy bars I bought myself at the gas station this morning–I am feeling excessively sugared today. This is not necessarily a good thing, as my stomach is doing the ADD-dance.
(Man, you should have seen the cookies. They’re all shaped like cartoon conversation bubbles, and came sticking out of a basket on sticks, wrapped in some kind of plastic over the whole thing. They said things like “You’re the one!” and “Go get ’em tiger!” I ate the one that said “Master of the Universe”.)