Things were terrible at work. Terrible. When her work colleagues began to resort to being thankful for their good health as a way to console themselves about their work situation, she couldn’t take it anymore.
She went to the break room and ate several chunks of chocolate. Yes, chunks – of a size that might warrant a food ban by outgoing Mayor Bloomberg – and then went back to sit at her desk, all lazy like, to ponder the slow infusion of chocolate into her bloodstream.
She was going to make sure that she didn’t even have her health to be grateful about, dammit, even if it killed her.