My office complex had its yearly free “appreciation” meal laid out for us today, which consisted of a pretty decent Varsity Jr. spread. The poor drunken heathen in me loves that the $8 I would of spent on lunch today can instead be applied to a pitcher of beer at a later date, but I fear the havoc the hamburger, chili dog, and fries will wreak on my digestive system. And there’s an apple pie sitting on my desk I’m afraid to eat.