This blueberry muffin from the vending machine doesn't taste good enough to have cost me $1.00. And I can practically taste the bad things in it, even if there's no trans fat (apparently the newest public enemy number 1).
We are having "crunch time" at work where we are all supposed to be busting our humps on one specific thing, setting aside the work that we all normally do. Fun times. Hours for the next week only have been extended to 48.
I was depressed to see yet another sign for a coming soon housing development. Whee! More McMansions! Fantastic. Who the hell can afford them? And why are they living here, where the economy sucks ass? That makes two of these future developments along my route to work. My route that has continually lost farm fields and woodlands in the 25 plus years we've been travelling it regularly. There was some talk of protecting the farmlands along part of it, but so far I can't say that I'm impressed with the results. Maybe it hasn't taken effect yet, in which case, they better get hopping or there won't be any corn or soybeans to preserve.
Damn, my muffin is gone. Does that mean I have to get back to work now?