Bloodletting

It was probably crummy

It was a bright, unusually warm Tuesday morning when I went to the clinic to have them let my blood.  They required me to fast for 12 hours before they drained me, presumably because they couldn't get accurate sugar readings or some such unless I was completely starving and on the verge of collapse.

After the bloodletting, I really needed to eat something.  In all their infinite wisdom, the owners of the clinic included a Lettieri coffee stand on the ground floor.  I'm sure when these plans were drawn up someone grumbled about corporate something-something-evil, but I was so happy to see coffee and food that the place could have had a giant sign saying "Corporations Will One Day Own Your Soul" and I still would have bought food from them.

As it stood, it was a Lettieri, makers of rather tasty coffee.  I ordered a Sumatran coffee with a chocolate chip muffin.   The lady at the counter demanded that I drink the coffee before driving and I wondered why -- I felt remarkably OK.

Anyways,

I went to work (cuz I felt remarkably OK) and, as I stepped off the elevator, the world started to move.  The rest of the day was spent trying to get the office to stop spinning.  I drank the (very tasty) Sumatran coffee, ate the muffin and then got yelled at by coworkers for not drinking any water.  

HFCS and caffeine save the day!

So I had water, a rather disgusting meal of "Honey Garlic Chicken" from the lunch counter (not pictured because I rid myself of that vile goo as fast as possible), and then downed a Sprite and more coffee.  I used Desktop Espresso, natch.

Eventually the world stopped spinning and I was able to drive home.

Sad Music and Sadder Food

Today was a rainy December day.  You know the type of day where it's too warm to snow, but too cold to really feel like it's not winter?  It's the type of day they fail to discuss when they talk about Global Warming.

The snack closet appears to be channeling this craptastic weather as it's been "festively bare".  It's full of bizarre crap like sesame and poppy seed crackers and Ritz crackers in the shape of Yuletide Trees. The cheese is some kind of spreadable variety and the cookies are some fancy cranberry almond biscotti thins.

I ate some sad little Yule tree crackers, downing them with Starbucks VIA Xmas Bleuch while listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall and editing a document. It was a dismal moment and, as Comfortably Numb came on, I seriously considered putting down my pen, shredding the document, deleting its electronic counterpart, and leaving work to go sit near the duck pond in the next business park over.  In the rain.  In the cold, cold winter rain.


But then The Show Must Go On  was next and I remembered that I don't like the rest of The Wall, so I switched to a different playlist.  As REM's These Days played, I felt better.  I also discovered that there were Two-Bite Brownies hiding behind the sesame seed crackers in the closet.


Later on I had the homemade chocolate chip buttermilk muffin I had brought from home.  It was tasty.  I also changed my playlist to something fluffy, like the muffin, and listened to Friend Crush by Friends while I ate it.