Can I have some dirty rice with that?

Part of life as a pug owner is having to pay living expenses for oneself and one's pugs. This means a gal has to work. I am at work right now, about to pull my hair out because today has been full of interruptions, headaches, and Bojangles chicken. So I sit here swamped in legal documentation, belly aching from too much lunch, teeth and head throbbing, and could easily lay my head on the desk and start bawling. Instead, I am using this blog as one of those 'interruptions' I like to complain about. Doesn't make much since, does it? Okay okay, back to the grindstone.