Apparently Dove dark chocolates thinks I am not a genuine person. This is what the foil lining told me–
Be free. Be happy. Be you.
and–
Feel free to be yourself.
Does this worry anyone else? Just a little bit?
Other than the sad truth that I am eating chocolate at my desk, there are two ways to tell that I’m very busy at the moment. One is that my desk has also become my dining table: I have a mug, a cup, a bowl of half-finished soup, two plates, two spoons, and an empty container of yogurt keeping my computer company.
The other way to know I’m busy is that my dining table has not dishes but books on it: four novels in various stages of being read and six nonfiction reference books for my preface, along with eight to ten photocopied articles, a folder of my homework, and a folder of my grading.
Maybe more chocolates are called for.
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