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Some days, I love my world. Where else could I come home after midnight with a doughnut, Katamari Damacy, and a new coffee pot? Man. Life is beautiful.

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I dreamed I was going to the lake today, and I am now disappointed to wake up to an ordinary Wednesday. I have two meetings to attend today, so I should perhaps find some caffiene and make myself at least look alert and interested.

food food food

For whatever reason, we always end up talking about food at work. It's crazy making. It doesn't help that we have a potluck fest once a week in the training department. Today for my unit meeting I made a chocolate cherry pie with a chocolate cookie crust. Mmm, sour cherries and chocolate are the best combination ever. Tonight I need to start working on the dueling brownie dessert I'm making for Friday. (Box brownie mix is handy, I've discovered, to have a starting point.)

It is a comfort thing, I suppose. We eat and gather so that we are away from the caseloads.

Yesterday I ate breakfast tacos for dinner. I was astounded to learn that Mike has lived here for more than a year without ever eating a breakfast taco. (Though, one of my coworkers just admitted she has lived here two years without ever eating Amy's ice cream.) I had tacos with egg, potato, bacon and queso. At one point, I accidentally said potaco, because I couldn't get both words out fast enough.

Please to be genetic engineering a bacon flavor potato now.