Russian chocolate is bad, lacks background of capitalism. Probably won't be good for another 20 years. He's chewing on a piece now, figuring out how to spit it out. Another one is under my desk, searching for network cable outlets. Mumbling to himself.

I turn up the music to make them leave. Under desk guy slams the top of his on the underneath side of this heavy board weighed down by computer equipment. I can laugh, since he cant see me. Chewing guy thanks me with a mouth full and goes away.

I turn it up some more. Now I can close the door and be in peace. I have 153 emails to get to, new this hour. Communication is at a standstill, everyone waiting for me. First I have to fill my water bottle.

I'm eating healthy these days but now I'm hungry more often. I could eat the chocolates on my desk, but they're not very good. They were a gift, though, so I'll have to wait until the visitors from Russia leave the building before I can throw them away. But the chocolates being on my desk, though not appetizing, make me think of bad appetizing things.

From here I have to go to the bank. I'll never finish everything.

- posted by seanmh @ 4:49 PM