I counted all my blessings and I counted only one.

When I came into work this morning, I moved my keyboard. Underneath of it was a pile of flattened out, shiny, purple metallic wrappers.

eh?

It was a veritable dragon's hoard of treasure and I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out what it was doing under my computer keyboard.

Then I remembered.

I had been saving them from the dark chocolate Hersey kisses I'd bought months ago and eaten over the same time period, with the intent of covering my monitor with them. One by one, maybe five in a day at the most. Some days without eating any. Carefully flattening out the eggplant coloured wrappers (some of them purple and gold checkered!) and sliding them under my keyboard for safekeeping.

Sometimes, I wonder what the hell is wrong with me.

heh.

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She says "What makes it more quicker?" and I grind my teeth silently at my desk.

However, I just had a lovely little mind movie of me as the Samuel Jackson character from Pulp Fiction.

"SAY 'MORE QUICKER' ONE MORE TIME, MOTHERFUCKER!!!"