A Ray of Sunshine

Today around 11:30 am I got a hankering for Lays potato chips. And for those of you who have met me, or have a literary rather than personal vestment in this blog, you know that I get irrational, fearfully powerful craving for very specific foods at very random and inoppertune times. Like the gingerbread fiasco of 2008, or the time I woke up at 4:30 in the morning and thought I might DIE without chocolate pudding. It's what I think pregnancy cravings might be like, except I am really far away from knocked up (about 9,000 miles and a 12.5 hour time difference worth) and thus spared the crutch to my dignity.

So today, on a day bursting at the seams with meetings and corporate hoops to jump through, when I had about 3.5 minutes to catch my breath and attempt half heartedly to convince myself Im not selling out to the man, today I craved Lays original potato chips. And only original Lays, with the blue stripe on the package and the salty greasy sheen they leave on your lips, only those would do.

I will spare you a description of the number of hours I spent wishing I could run down to the nearest campus eatery (it's how I show I care), suffice it to say, I remembered that I had a snack sized bag stashed in my desk. And internet, the joy, the boundless jubilation I felt when I made that realization. I tell you it reminded me of why it's good to be alive.