Guess which option I chose? I swear I wasn't going to, but we had a weird piece of work in the last part of the day that was really obnoxious and confusing and made me stay a little late, so at the last minute I decided: drinks with coworkers. As a result, I went out and talked entirely too much. Then I went to the grocery store to get supplies for an artichoke dip for tomorrow's work potluck.
The funny thing was, as I was pulling in the parking lot, I saw Eric riding his bike through there on his way home from work. (It's really weird to just sort of run into your boyfriend in public.) I called out his name, he pulled over, and, as the effects of little sleep, three greyhounds, and nothing to eat all day but a small sandwich and a cup of yogurt hit me all at once, I asked him to help me shop. He locked up his bike and did so. Then I came home and microwaved us some Red Baron frozen pizzas. (I can't say enough about those; I try not to eat them that often, but they've been saving my hungry, disorganized, incapable-of-planning-dinner-ahead-of-time ass at least once a month since, oh, 1989.)
So anyway, now I'm home and fed, but I'm still having a bit of trouble typing and I still have to at least assemble the dip in order to bake it tomorrow before work. I'm sure you'll be interested to hear how my food processor-operation skills hold up this evening. (Whreeeee! Ow, my fingertips! Whreeeeeee!)
More tomorrow. Of course.