Thanksgiving food is comfort food, something I'm badly in need of today. My need was met by a department pot-luck lunch. Stuffing, fried chicken (not exactly a Thanksgiving staple, but somebody brought it anyway), corn, green bean casserole with the french fried onions ... mmm'mmm. Starchy and fattening and PMS-symptom reducing. Now I set off in search of chocolate. At first glance, all of the desserts back there seemed to be pumpkin flavored. I need chocolate. Surely to God somebody had the good sense to bring something chocolatey.

I, of course, didn't bring anything. At first I just wasn't going to, because, I mean, these people all make at least three times as much as I do, I don't see why I should be expected to feed any of them; but then guilt and peer pressure got the better of me and I put my name down to bring chips or something, which I'd intended to buy at a convenience store on my way in this morning. But then I overslept, and was really late, and kind of forgot about the food, so I didn't have any luck to contribute to the pot. So I guess I don't really have any room to complain about a perceived lack of chocolate foodstuffs; but still, you'd think somebody would bring some damn chocolate.