i forgot to go on lunch today, too, because i decided to hit the caf early on my break so i got my lunch on while i was supposed to be "working". but since there was no "work" to be "done" i just sat around and ate broccoli and whatever.

i think my teeth are rotting out due to excessive sprite+hawaiian punch consumption. and then there is always that yeast monster that lives in your stomach lining, or gi tract or something that niki was telling me about. it thrives on sugar and the bigger it gets the more you want to have sugar. you need kryptonite dipped in lysol to kill it and if you deprive the yeast monster of sugar it makes you cranky, gives you zits, can turn you slightly homicidal and also you tend to listen to music like dave matthews band and also phish.

you start eating brown rice and tempe exclusively due to the insanity that the yeast monster gives you in its desire for sugar, until you make it so angry that it bursts out of your stomach alien style and then slimes its way like the food in better off dead to the nearest dairy queen for a triple chocolate blizzard.

what i'm trying to say is, since starting my job here, my friend, the yeast monster, has probably grown to the size of a small country, like burma.

also, why is it that every break room in the known universe needs to smell like some lean cuisine (tm)-like entree? more specifically, some lean cuisine (tm)-like entree that somehow involves cream sauce? why??

LADIES OF THE WORKING WORLD, I IMPLORE YOU:

LEAVE THE STINKY CHEESE MAN AT HOME, OK?

thanks.

i hate having to smell that on the way to the bathroom. i really hate it.

speaking of the bathroom, i was reading the back of the industrial strength lysol can that is in there and did you know it kills like EVERY kind of bacteria and virus in the world? is this industrial strength stuff in stores?

where can i get some?

i need some for my slippers, stat.