It's my lunchbreak and I'll blog if I want to.

OH, lunchtime. For some it’s a mid-day visit to the Zen “spa” in Soho. For others it's a delightful beacon of mid-day hope and nourishment, especially if you’re a working stiff like me.
It was “International Mexico” day in the cafeteria. Let’s just say a fiesta with a mariachi band comprised entirely of chicken nachos is making its way through my digestive tract. See the sombrero?