Just now I decided to indulge in pointless snacking. I took exactly one dollar out of my bag and headed downstairs towards the vending machine.

On my way down I was thinking of these baked Cheetos I had once and how awesome they were — all the goodness of cheetos but supposedly only half the guilt. I really wished they carried them in our machine. I get to the break room and, behold, Baked Cheetos! $1.00!

The rush of glee I felt was amazing: I am so lucky! I have such a great life! This is going to be the start of a great weekend! In true bipolar fashion my irrational highs, no matter how relatively insignifcant, are always followed by unneccesary lows. As I pushed in the Cheetos’ code, 116, my black snake-side said, “You know this bit of luck will only precede something bad.” I hit enter and waited eagerly as the little spiral holding in the train of Baked Cheeto’s began to turn, turn, and halt. Not even out far enough to bang the bag out of its bondage.

Cheeto interruptus.

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