today is the thirtieth anniversary of the roe v. wade decision. thirty years, can you believe it? and not a moment in its seemingly youthful existence has it *not* been contested and protested and scoffed at. i can't even begin to imagine not having abortion as an option... although i don't anticipate the need to ever utilize the legality of it, i would want the choice available to me if i needed it. i also want the choice to be available to all of the women out there who, for whatever reason it happens to be, are not able to have that baby. the scary thing is, we're closer than ever to having that choice taken away. ignorance is a terrible thing.

so, i'm moving up in the world. okay, well, i'm not really moving up, but i'm getting my own office. with several people leaving the foundation (or just this office, as the case may be), we have the two biggest offices empty. the two highest-ups in my office will be moving into those two offices, which leaves their old offices open. i get one of them, and my coworker and partner-in-crime heather gets the other one. i think claire (the boss) is doing it to shake things up a bit, and hopefully boost morale (which is LOW LOW LOW). it's mostly a good thing, except i'll be sad to leave my cozy little corner with my sunshiny window. the new office is on the other side of the floor, and faces another building (hence no sunlight). it's also a pretty small office, but hey, it's an office. with a door. woo hoo! too bad the office doesn't come with a raise.

i think i'm getting re-addicted to whoppers. you know, those small, slightly grainy but melt-in-your-mouth chocolate-covered malt balls? those things (in generic grocery-store-candy-bin form) used to be such a treat when i was little. i loved them! my mom would buy a handful for us to share when we got home from the grocery store... it was never enough for more than a few per person, but they were great. i hadn't had them in a long while, and recently i decided that whoppers would be just the thing to satisfy the chocolate craving of the day. since then, i've bought two more cartons of the stuff. addicted, i'm telling you. last night, for instance, i went to grocery store for nice, healthy, making-dinner-at-home items... and i succumbed! i bought more whoppers! the worse part is that i decided to bring them to work, and i'm absent-mindedly shoving them in my mouth as i glaze away in front of my computer. enough enough! no more! but yet, i continue to crave. i think, secretly, that there's some substance within products such as these which is used as a subliminal marketing ploy. "eat me! buy more!" it says. so really, i have no control over the chemical imbalance in my body created by these substances.

wait, does that mean i have to rely on sheer willpower to stop eating them?!!

i was sure i had other things to say today, but i don't think i have any more brain droolings.