Curry

Someone in the office just heated up some Indian food.

I usually bring something bland from home for my lunch because ya know, I'm broke, and going back and forth between Berkeley and SF every day eats up all my lunch money.

Anyway....so smelling the Indian food that is permeating throughout the office is making my stomach grumble in anger at me. I think I even hear it grumbling quite specifically, "grumble grumble, bitch, why do you feed me such boring crap! STEAL HER FOOD, grumble grumble"...when my stomach is hungry its way more evil than any devil on your shoulder. (something you should know about me if you don't already, when it comes to food I'm like a rabid animal.)

I'm not getting anything done at work because I'm too busy fantasizing about snatching her plate of curry and wildly running away cackling while shoving food in my face.

Is it bad that I can actually visualize exactly what that'd look like?