Breakfast

I like the word breakfast, to break the fast. But the meal itself is unappealing to me.

There is a girl in the next cubicle eating her breakfast while working. She is eating a brioche the size of her head.

It's rather funny.

I kind of wish that my office had tall cubicles, instead of these short little half cubicles. Then I wouldn't have to know what my co-workers are eating for breakfast.