A little afternoon non sequitur.

I am currently eating lunch at my desk (as usual), which today, is an exciting combination of fennel salad my roommate made last night and my boss's pulled pork sandwich that he didn't want and offered to me. As I shove another forkful of food into my mouth that Miss Manners would cringe over, I can't help but notice the stain on my skirt that I have yet to dry clean out from the last time I ate at my desk (excluding this morning's breakfast). And now I wish David Sedaris were here to help direct this thought train to a witty and delightful end.