Alrighty. I'm trying to make it to lunchtime, but there's a conference in the conference room, and I don't want to be in the middle of my bowl o' cottage cheesy goodness and have someone walk out and interrupt me.

I know that it's just cottage cheese, not pudding or anything fun, but I have pineapple for it and everything. And I eat breakfast at like 5:30 am, so I'm starving and everything in the world sounds delicious right now.

I also have six Triscuits, so there you go.

Can we all just agree that everyone should be done and leave so I can eat my dang lunch? Yes? Okay, good.

Get on that, ladies.

Come ON.

Those Triscuits are calling me.

Also, I'm wearing a shirt that feels like it might be slightly clingy in the back, and feeling paranoid about back bulgy action and stuff, along with my usual concerns about stomach bulgy action, bra strap showage, and trying to blink more often so my eyeballs don't shrivel up and fall out, so I've been sitting funny and really straight all day and I want to slouch while I eat and maybe close my eyes. Something like that.

Still no signs of the door opening or people coming out.

Also, there is not work to do during the lunch hour most days, so I can't even stay distracted with that.

UGH.

Alright, I'm going to chance it. Cottage cheese time, here we go. Good luck, me.