Feed Me, Seymour

After an over-filling but tasty Italian dinner last night, I was barely even hungry this morning. But so far, someone has cooked sausage patties in the office microwave, someone else warmed a chocolate-chip muffin in the microwave, and just now someone has heated a slice of cheese pizza in the toaster oven, all within sniffing distance.

I am now seriously in Munchy Mood, and two hours to go before I eat.

It occurrs to me that our office kitchen is almost over-applianced. The only thing missing is, naturally, the kitchen sink.

Update: I should add that while driving to the restaurant, Dan suggested skipping dinner and just stopping at the Winter Park Krispy Kreme, proudly displaying its "Hot Doughnuts Now" sign at 6:30 in the evening. I avoided it on the way home, given a certain recent predilection for said product.