The other much more popular magazine being created in my building is in the midst of recipe-testing for their Christmas issue, so all week it's been tons of different kinds of candy (left over from a gingerbread-house-like project, I'm sure), cake, and cookies in the free area of the kitchen. Goddamn. It's not the calories I'm worried about - I lost a few pounds on the break-up diet - it's the sugar. I get high (or at least less sleepy) and then I crash low, and then I start craving a sugar hit every afternoon, just to control the shakes.

All of this is to say that I really don't have much to say. I'll pull something together for you later, dear reader.