I'm trying out new blog names. I think I'll try a new one every week, or maybe every day. "Liquid Translucent Ennui" was chosen randomly from the magnetic poetry on my fridge.

I'm thinking of "Forbidden Meatloaf" for tomorrow. This is because I ate a co-worker's meatloaf frozen dinner at lunch yesterday. I was hungry! I feel like such a jerk about it, too. I knew it wasn't mine, yet I ate it anyway. Today I heard her complaining to another co-worker about how someone ate her lunch yesterday and how she thinks it sucks that people steal out of the freezer. Arrgggh! I'm totally riddled with guilt about it. It wasn't completely my fault, though. My boss suggested that I eat it. She said she thought she'd seen it there for a long time, and that it was probably just abandoned. For the record, there are tons of abandoned frozen dinners in the freezer at work, so it totally could have been true. But it wasn't, and I feel like a total shit for not confessing. I could have confessed when I heard her bitching, and told her that I only ate it because I thought it was abandoned, but I didn't and I felt bad about it all day. Sigh.