Michelin Man Strikes Again! And Office Lunch.

So,... what a way to state the obvious nothingness that gunks up or perceptions of life.

Starting out, I'd like to state that I am coming to the very VERY sad realization that everyhting older people tell you you are going to think when you're they're age is truly what you think when you are their age. It's a SAD thing for the most part. It's like they are predicting that you are going to become a fat schlub that looks back on high school photos andd thinks, "gee, look at me. I was so skinny," especially compared to the current situation you find yourself in. Yes, where you're sitting is in a chair, in an office, with down time, nothing to do, but write about the tires that you now find protruding from your mid-section. The Michelin man has entered your tangible self. You have become a large, bulbous fat-so sitting in a chair reminiscing on the olden days, which, really aren't that far behind you. And don't get me started on what is being me. What constant bounces and jiggles in front of me is enough to make an appointment over, let alone thinking of the rear end of the deal.

What's for lunch? Isn't that another sad thing? In the morning, we arrive at our secular jobs, our minds still blaming that alarm for waking it when sleep was the foremost thing in that knoggen.. 9ur sit in a chair staring at a computer all day routine begins and we are too many hours away from the end of the day, so we dwell on our break: our lunch break. In the office setting, lunch is talked about from the moment we arrive up until the drive to the selected site. Trying to coordinate a lunch time and place in a small office of seven people, three of which aren't even going to join can be a logistics exercise of epic proportions.