I'm at work, on my lunch break... at 10:48 PM.
I've consumed everything I brought, ravenously and without apology.
I'm now thinking of ways to jack an oatmeal cookie out the vendin machine...
seeing as I have no change.
Shall we choose the recently mo-hawked and possibly stoned co-worker?
We should, because he asked me out yesterday and I bet he would...
I'm a horrible person.
Back to my cubicle.
I shall die a slow death of audits and routing numbers.
856123786156453156+89
213
486+453
456
12523
786
4356345356346543546453153748563453
23
456
4353486753.1