Some Days Are Questionable

I noticed this morning while sitting at my desk sipping my coffee (or rather chocolate / coffee flavored water) that I was super hungry. I typically don't eat breakfast, which I realize is a bad habit, but I'm just not a morning riser and therefore my body does not function tasks in the morning like making toast. If I attempted such a task I may set my arm on fire or better yet the house! So, anyways, back to hungry, sitting at my desk. I realize that for my snack options at work I seem to have pigeon holed myself recently. For this is a list of choices: instant oatmeal that's been in my drawer since November, mmm no, Mandarin Oranges in fridge, Clementine in purse still, or Orange that's been sitting on desk for about a week. Hmmmm...

Is there a sign up sheet for future jaundice patients cause with this much vitamin c surrounding me I'm becoming seriously nervous. Why the hell do I have so many versions of orange??? Weird..but not my worst addiction to date so I shrug it off and opt for the clementine.

I also noticed this bizarre scene on the way to lunch the other day and decided to take a picture because it was obviously an interesting story!

That, my friends, is a homeless persons bed, or quite possibly a squirrels cloud like trampoline, maybe a really crazy, drunken pillow fight broke out and this is the remnants! A pillow! In the middle of the street??? I'm voting for homeless guy who wanted a warm bed and decided to sleep on the hot pavement. He's possibly drunk too. Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. Maybe I should go lay an orange next to the pillow and then he can have a nice snack or orange slice for his beer. The world would be a happy place and then we could all exchange high fives. For my new homeless friend I am posting directions on how to proceed in this celebratory act because, you know, when we drink our skills become impaired. Good times, good times!