I also have a candy cane in my pencil jar. That thing will never get eaten.
Inside the smell of microwave popcorn hangs over the office like a buttery fog, and outside the sky has been solid grey for the third day in a row. It's been raining every day for over a week, by my rough estimate.
I'm having the restless urge to speak, but have nothing to say. I wish my life was as interesting as
anorakbird's and my anecdotes half as funny. Or vice versa. Oh well. I will dive back into reviews and by the time I look up from my monitor again it'll be time to go home.