I didn’t plan on going out for lunch, but somebody stole my Hot Pocket from the freezer in the copy room. And then, while I was gone, somebody stole my parking space. And the only parking space left was down the road, past construction, in a lot that isn’t really a lot, about a five-minute walk in the bitter cold from my office.

Sometimes, I think the universe is conspiring against me so I’ll have crap like this to write about in my weblog.