Thursday, January 13, 2005

crinkle, crinkle

The whole office, sans moi, is on diet. Whenever I tear open a bag of Fritos or heat up my Mince Mate leftovers for lunch, they turn around wide-eyed and enquire, "What are you eating? Mmmmm, it smells so good." When I offer them some, they say, "Oh no, no, I couldn't." They seem to watch my every move, because I'm the only one not eating like a squirrel. Too hectic. Now open snacky foods in bathroom, and eat under my desk. Scrutiny is a horrible, horrible thing.

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