On My Nightstand.

Sitting next to me, on my nightstand, is a repulsive concoction. A half-full glass of lemonade, a half-empty glass of cheap red wine and a half-eaten bag of jellybeans I discovered hidden in the recesses of my bedroom closet. These were found in a bag with the package of plastic Easter eggs I never got around to filling (or obviously hiding...except from myself). At first they seemed like a little treasure, but after shoveling 50% of the bag in my mouth I am now left feeling a bit ill. And disgusted. And all my lazy ass can do is look at the lemonade or wine and try to figure out which would be less putrid in the washing down of the gelatinous blob in my gut. God forbid I have to make the trek to the kitchen to retrieve some water, which might actually improve the situation. Ugh. Not good.

I am thinking this is probably how the guy who rents the office down the hall from mine feels on a daily basis. He consumes large quantities of frozen hamburgers and then washes them down with Coke or tequila. It can make for some entertaining moments, but for the most part we all feel kind of nauseous just being party to that kind of habitual consumption. In a humorous twist he actually accused us gals of "stealing" some of those tasty burgers. And if I wasn't a vegetarian for the past 20 years, I just might have hamburgled those puppies.

Given my healthy gorging tonight, I actually appear to be in company with my work neighbor. There is always something special about packing in a few hundred calories of no-nutritional-value food just before going to sleep. Sweet dreams!