Did I mention that I'm on sabbatical?

Have I mentioned the delicious, greedy book-reading frenzy? An orgy of literary gluttony and debauchery?

Like gobbling a fresh mango right at the kitchen sink--all slippery sweet flesh and sticky juice everywhere--because I can't be bothered with a plate?

Like an enormous box of gourmet chocolates all to myself. Take a bite out of one and put it back in it's gold-foil, crinkly-accordion wrapper. Take a bite out of another. And another. And another yet. And circle back to the first one for another taste.

Like an endless parade of pretty, pretty sushi?

Like one espresso after another -- without the tachycardia and freakyrapidmanicspeechissues?

Like all-you-can-really-drink festive libations without the embarrassing confessional blurting, poor decision making, soul-sucking-to-the-point-that-you-must-jab-a-pointy-stick-in-your-eye-for-distraction hangover, and concomitant panic attack?

Like __________ without __________???

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In other news, the kittens are wild, marauding, thieving, frenzied beastlets. Just wanted to get that out there.