Ho-o-o-o-o-ot pockets.....

For the past month, I've been working on a report.

It's a gigantic presentation highlighting projects at work, and it's in PowerPoint (trembling hand unconciously massages gun trigger) and it's 150 pages long, and I hate it. It was the most ridiculously time-sucking brain-hemorrhaging project I've ever worked on and today...

I finished it.

I didn't even proofread it. I just pushed it away from my body like it was on fire and covered in poo.

I've also had a bunch of doctor appointments lately, trying to catch up on those two years that I had no medical insurance because the company I worked for fired me for needing surgery while four months pregnant. (I was going to hyperlink "the company I worked for" to the HR Director's email address, but today I am feeling benevolent). So to avoid using any sick or vacation time, I've been working through lunch to make up for any time out of the office for medical appointments. I haven't had a lunch break in two weeks, and next week isn't looking good, either. And I work seven days a week.

I thought I was doing ok, but T. demanded today that I start taking lunch breaks.

Apparently, while glued to my computer for nine consecutive hours, I have a tendency to sing the Hot Pockets theme song. Which is "Hot Pockets", and nothing more. Over and over and over and over.

I'm going to go stick my head in the microwave. Hot pocket....