(note to self)

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Yestermorning I was in a shitty mood at work: the general chaos of paper, office buzzes clicks and rings, the lack of space/room and seeming over-abundance of noisy co-workers invading it. Almost said something snappish, but turned to someone else and said (the first sentence I'd uttered in the two hours I'd been present),

I had soup for breakfast.

"What kind?"

Tomato and beef. Homemade.

Calmed down.

P.S. Soup rules. Life's blood!