So I'd been really working/reading/being productive for a good chunk of the day. Why is it that the CTO just had to come around during the two minutes I was staring vacantly at the corner of my cube with my water bottle in my mouth?
I think I might get some cookie dough. Sugar cookie dough. Bake a bunch tonight and freeze the rest. Because as I told Brian, me gusta frozen galletas. Except I told him in English, not Spanglish.
And speaking of cookies...there are some people somewhere in the building that like to leave poop smeared in the toilet bowl. I have no idea why that happens. Perhaps the bowls are not as slick and poop-resistant as they should be. Whatever the case, it is DISGUSTING with a capital everything.
Okay, so that had nothing to do with cookies. I'm not very good with transitions.