Today at work, in honor of "Pharmacy appreciation week" (What the hell? Is this a real thing?) we had ice cream sandwiches. I ate mine before I had lunch.
Also in a food-related vein, when Erica and I were at Donna's (restaraunt/coffee place) tonight, every time the waiter came by to make sure we were all right, I had ice in my mouth. This meant that when I said "Please" or "Yes" or "Thanks", I looked and sounded like a fool. Of course, it didn't help that I was also invariably laughing like an idiot. Go me!
I think I need some sleep. In fact, I know so.