There is a restaurant directly above my place of work. I won't mention this restaurant in case some psycho is reading my blog and wants to stalk me in person. Whatever. I have to be careful like that. Anyway, this restaurant is not open for lunch. However, on occasion they cook something that seems like parmesan cheesy goodness and all I want to do is stuff myself silly with parmesan cheese.
Today was no exception. As I walked in the office at freaking 8:10 a.m. (yes, I am chronically 10 minutes late to work each day), my office was filled with a parmesan smelling, mouth watering aroma. I almost made an about-face and hightailed it to the nearest bagelry for an asiago bagel. Which, thinking about it now, I should have done. Because now I sit here and all I can think about is cheese.
Three things I have already learned today:
1) Maple and brown sugar oatmeal does not curve my appetite for cheese
2) I hate the restaurant above me for torturing me so early in the morning
3) Cheese has passed pasta in as my new favorite food item
Freak, lunch can't come soon enough!
For the readers: My life is boring. I am really scrapping the bottom of the barrel for things to blog about.