It is a sad, sad day when your colleague from another department buys you a packet of peanut pancakes out of the goodness of his heart, and you have to write yourself a Post-It note to remind yourself to eat it, because you know if you don't, the pancakes will sit forlornly in a corner of your cubicle and you'll only remember them when they're well and grotty after the fungi have completely taken over their very souls.

Struggling with talking points and not a speech today. Same difference, really. Maybe the peanuts will help.


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