Ah that sounds good. So far today I had vanilla yoghurt, emergen-C, and orange soda. I'm about to eat some polenta and tomato sauce and arugula for lunch.

I seem to be craving lots of salty things and eggs? Why stomach?

The first thing I ate today was a bag of Doritos, thanks to Sandra Tsing Loh.

I am jealous of the stout.

What is it that's so delicious about pad kee mao? Is it the broad noodles, coated in spicy charm? The snap of bright green and red bell pepper skins? The bite of the basil, the juice of the onion, the fire of the chile? Or is it the beef, so thinly sliced and grilled, chewy and rich? How can the chemistry of cooking make of these simple ingredients so much more than the sum of their parts? And why do they call it "noodles of the drunk?" I'm not drunk, am I?

Why did it bother me that my upstairs neighbors partied all last night? How did the mosquito who kept pricking me awake find a way into my apartment? Will there be more of either tonight?

And how could I be such a huge Robert E. Howard fan without having seen The Whole Wide World until today? Don't you agree that it's a great movie?

Why? It got drank and mixed up with country bread.

The first thing I ate today was a bag of Doritos, thanks to Sandra Tsing Loh.

Did it work with the cream cheese?

Should I start marinating the tofu (for tonight's dinner) in green curry at lunch? Or wait until after work?

Because it could happen either way.

First thing I ate today was cheerios with wild blueberries. THAT'S a nice start to a day. 'Course...it's not like it helped the day go well or anything.

Cappuccino.

Ice water.

Tempeh in romesco sauce over orzo.

That ain't right.

I have been skipping breakfast lately; I wake with a nervous crawling sensation in my stomach that rejects the notion of food. I call it "wedding belly," a symptom of large-scale hostessing anxiety.

Coffee and Gater-aid.

Why does my lunch of broiled salmon with brown rice taste so fucking good?

Why does tomorrow's NYC meetup at the High Line sound so neat-o?

Lastly, why am I in such a chipper mood?

Why are the salt flats only just now beginning to crust over through the rusty-colored water, whereas last year they were startling icy white by the beginning of May?

Why didn't I notice earlier that my shirt has baba ganoush stains on it?

Will my new contact lenses and glasses be ready before the ancient frames I now have to wear break in two and fall right off my face?

Golly, did you know that you can sign for mortgages and close on a house that you now OWN with electronic signatures, so you barely even use a pen? Is closing always this anticlimactic?

Is the listing agent going to tell me when she'll drop off all the curtain rods that the seller took with her, illegally?

How should I decorate? When should I hold BunnyCon? What color paint should I choose? Did I fuck up the wall when I ripped that chunk off that was bulging out and I thought it was painted-over wallpaper but that I know think may have been actual wall? Why did the seller take the freaking firewood?

Whoa, dude, I totally missed the point of this thread.

How can I balance the need to reduce my caffeine consumption with the need to stave off these afternoon headaches, for which caffeine is my go-to remedy?

Why am I so suggestible that suddenly Doritos sound like a great idea?

Would you stop that INFERNAL SQUEAKING?!? Seriously, what the heck is that?

Why do people assume that you have to cater to their blindspots? Why do I about mine?

Why are people afraid of humility?

Why are my meds not cooperating with the enormous pile of nachos and tall, frosty pint of Sam Adams Summer Ale I just consumed?

Why am I not taking to my job search with the same vigor as my volunteer efforts?

I think I'm a little late to this thread, but I wanted to ask:

Why would you sit at a desk that clearly is designed to meet a particular person's needs? You know, like the foot rest, the lumbar pillow, my nameplate, my glass of water? You made me late signing in, you moran.

Why didn't I eat something before I left the house? I had time, instead I decided it was more important to hoover the loo. Now my stomach is uncomfortably empty and lunch isn't for another four hours.

Will this day go quickly? I sure hope so. We've decided to splurge on Indian take-away tonight and I can't wait!