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So, having what passes for a period for me these days, I have been in the foulest mood. Knowing this, brave Gordon still came over and took me out to lunch. He knows that while I generally try to cultivate a Zen-like equilibrium, or at least a Dude-like benign apathy, every now and again it all gets to me and I will spend part of a day letting my inner bitch out for awhile. He sees it as a sign that I trust him and I try to reward that by not aiming it at him. After snarling and venting and otherwise being disagreeable in his general area, with him nodding and going "aww" in the appropriate places, he noted that I ordered dessert. I have been pretty good at avoiding that, so in wondering why I would decide to fall off the wagon and onto a plate of chocolate mousse cheesecake, he speculated on a recent news article that noticed a correlation between depression and chocolate consumption. I said something to the effect of "Yeah, I'm aware of it; it's because I use chocolate as a form of self-medication so I don't kill all of you assholes." He laughed and said "I love it when you're OTR." I thought that stood for 'off the record' and said as much... nope, apparently it means 'on the rag'.

I have learned something new today. Yay!