Just returned from my "lunch break" or, as I like to call it, my "mustard bath." I don't know why, but I can't seem to get enough of these hot mustard sandwiches (with cheese and Canadian bacon to provide vehicle for yet still more mustard).

Not much else to report. We had a girl in the testing room today who smelled like some weedy, citrusy scent from Anthropologie, which was good.

This weekend, my subtilior dreams will come to fruition at last. I sort of dropped the ball on getting book lights for Saturday night. Maybe I'll bring some lamps from home to just improve the ambiance a bit. Or maybe I'll give up entirely and just turn the damn lights on. I'm just not in a detail-oriented mood these days.