There is something about starting a new work week after Christmastime, and hating my job, and feeling like I'm going to freeze to death due to winter that makes me 100% preoccupied with eating donuts. I think about them all the time.
To be clear, so you don't judge me, I don't actually eat them constantly. I just think about them constantly. Annie's Donuts, Coco Donuts, maple bars, buttermilk bars, cake donuts, etcetera etcetera etcetera. They're just so soft. And sugary. And joyful.
Today at work I kept telling one of my coworkers that we should go get donuts. Over and over. And she kept on laughing like I was kidding. Kidding! About donuts!
So, after getting one too many travel requests and getting bossed around by too many people that aren't actually my manager, I had to take matters into my own hands. Due to the near-death winter conditions here (which really means temperatures in the 30s, but I'm so weak!), I had to go to Fred Meyer's a block away instead of the legit donut shop four blocks away. And I bought two donuts. And to be honest, they were really dry and Fred Meyer-y and not soft and magical. But I walked around the block and ate both of them so no one at work would judge me. And then I marched back into that bloody office and owned the rest of the day.
I should go get more donuts right now. I'll take one dozen! To stay!
Update: I was just browsing my iPhoto pics trying to find a new Facebook cover photo (important work!), and I came across this picture. I had to post it. Look at those beauties!