See this double-shot-white-chocolate-mocha-no-whip I have balanced on the steering column of my VW Beetle?
If it does its job, it should keep me from slipping under my desk for a nap this afternoon.
I worked late last evening, I am running errands on my lunch hour (including pumping $40 worth of gas into my tank, fuck-me-very-much, oil companies) and tonight I am going to a book signing by an author whose book I reviewed.
I am so tired food would take to much effort to eat.
Work your magic, grande mocha. Mama needs a wake-up call.