Today is a Black Star of Nutritional Death Day for Sassy Sundry. In celebration of “Wind Down Week” (I call it Warehouse Liberation Week), the company provided us with doughnuts. In addition, today is also “Cake Day,” the day when the company celebrates the month’s birthdays with cake. The cake has lots of gooey-sweet frosting, and I fear that I will soon lapse into a coma. We also have toffee, popcorn, and various hard candies available for our tooth-endangering consumption. ‘Tis the season, I suppose. I see a diet looming in my future.
Ooomph. The frosting just hit. Just a minute; I need some water. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Ooooh, look! A bright light. Think I’ll take a little stroll toward it.
Hmph what? What was I saying, and what are all these wires doing attached to my body? Oh, yes. Bad nutrition. Best not think about it until after the holidays. Instead I’ll think about envy. Reading about Before Girl’s kitschy fireplace playing on her iPod has left me insanely envious. My little screen just looks so bleak. I love Uncle Tupelo, but I want fire.
So today I’m a glutton and a coveter. Oh, and I might be guilty of a little lust, too… PhilosopherPants (“pants” means “trousers” on this side of the pond, get yer mind out of the gutter) intrigues the hell out of me, and I’ll admit that my mind has wandered a bit. If I swap out gluttony for lust, would this improve things any?
What about you? Commit any deadly sins today?