I heard from a friend that works at Frito-Lay that R&D is working on a Cheeto with the cheese powder baked INSIDE the puff--making orange fingers a thing of the past.

That sounds just crazy.

Speaking of crazy, people here are trying to make me crazy. Actually, not even people here -- people related to my work who don't work here. But still. Upshot? Crazy.

Gud's previous post did not help any with that.

Cheeto spoiler!

They are horridly messy. Thank god I only have twenties, else I might be purchasing some overpriced, off-brand reproduction from the vending machines.

I'll see your cheese doodles, sara, and up it to mac and cheese.

I'm hungry and would kind of like to leave the house, but there are people here power-washing the siding, and I am trapped.

Maybe they would bring me a cheeseburger.

More McKay for me, then.

t looks around

Heyyy!

I am the only one sick in that whoissick thing! Okay, probably I'm the only one in my area who uses the internet.

I blame Matt, because I'm still sick and he is not. I swear I felt better, but damn. Nonetheless, I'm happy because my friend brought me chicken noodle soup and bread and fizzy drink vitamin things. I'm on a Wal-Tussin & Waladryl regimen, which is putting me to sleep around 9 each night (which is what, five hours earlier than usual for me?) and not waking me up until noon. Which gives me the opportunity to have long, detailed dreams in which I develop relationships and advance plotlines.

What else? I'm ignoring the whole political scene, because if we're going to hell in a handbasket, I don't particularly want to know.

Oh, carryons! Not only am I a carryon freak, but I insist on having my carryon fit in the underseat storage so that I can have the window seat and still be able to get to my books, laptop, mp3 player during the flight, without having to talk to anyone. On the tiny planes, I sometimes have to gate-check, but usually it's not a problem.

But my backpack that achieves this goal is getting worn, and no one seems to make them (convertible backpacks, you can zip the straps away and it looks like a traditional carryon) anymore, since the advent of the rolling bag. Rolling bags do not fit my parameters, people, I need to be able to throw it on my back and go.

Something in the building has been trying to kill me via my sinuses for the last couple of days. I'm really hoping it's not the connected to the associate that just moved in across the hall, because that would be bad, but on the upside, the tears leaking down my face at random moments has cut way down on the number of people who come and talk to me.

But youat least LIKE mac& cheese, Kat, so it makes sense.

I've got to hit target after work and I sure hope I'm over it by then.

Work, yeah. More of it. Mmph.

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