What a day

I had a bad day. Not food-wise, really. Just bad overall. It started out down the wrong path when I went to bed last night. And by the time I got ready to leave work at 6 p.m. today and realized that someone had stolen my expensive, malitol-laced muffin and ate it, the only thing I could do was wish evil bathroom torture on that person's intestines. That and have a fit of road rage. Ok, so I did both. Bastards. Here's to a better tomorrow. I hope the shithead who ate my muffin runs out of toilet paper--and that they had already eaten a bunch of baked Lays. Ha!