A Slow Day at Work aka The Post Vacation Blues

Damn I wish that I were eating some pudding.  I just pounded a box of Saltines like it was the last box in a Costco full of of pregnant women. Bland and salty...yum.

Things here at work are too slow.  As in, too much time to think, too much time to search Oprah.com for irrelevant articles on relationships and spirituality and starting your own farm (really Oprah?  I'm not Martha fucking Stewart here?!). So, to stave off boredom I made the slow crawl through The Bloggess recommended blogs, then farther still into blogs recommended by her blogger friends, and so on, in an unending sea of Internet intimacy.  Things I have learned so far include:

The Duck Pond at St. Kate's, looking all majestic and peaceful.
Let me tell you, those Geese are less than majestic.

1. Things that are funny can also make me cry.
2. I miss being in grad school.  I mean, the grad school experience for me was never so glossy and life-affirming because I was always exhausted from my full-time job(s), but I miss the potential of grad school.
3. Shit I want some cake.
4. Seriously, I would give up Saltines for cake.
5. Lemon lavender cake from Cafe Latte in St. Paul.  I deeply regret that I did not take a picture of it, bite by bite, until it was gone. 

Tonight I have dragged the boys out of seclusion to watch The Blackhawks vs Red Wings and pretend that talking to two men is an adequate substitute for girl time.  The boys are great but men seem to lack the Girl Code for "I need to dissect every moment of my breakup and past relationships to find the moment it went terribly, terribly wrong." 

Still Playoff Beards are happening and that is sexy times for Lucy. I'm looking at you, Henrik Zetterberg.