Best: My friend baked a caked two nights ago, and, Icannot believe I am saying this, I was actually too tired to eat any of it. I was shattered from a long day that even though it was warm and gooey looking I just clambered into bed with the grace of a bear midway through hibernation season. Yet much to my surprise, when I peered into my bag at work yesterday looking for my notebook I found a beautiful piece of cake lovingly wrapped in tinfoil. It’s SURPRISE CAKE, the very best kind!

Worst: The popcorn at the cinema I work at sings its own form of a Siren’s song. It beckons me over during lulls at the bar, and though I am not suppose to, I find my self irresistibly drawn to that warm metal container filled with salty goodness. Yet yesterday, (after about my third helping) a colleague pointed out to me that my beard was covered in popcorn crumbs. I had been tipping the box out into my mouth so it was not much of a surprise that my face was littered with little popcorn sprinkles! But why the 10 people I served before him did not tell me my face was covered in food I shall never know!

March 15th from Shelton’s diary