I brought two, count 'em two! oranges into work today, with every intention of being good and eating them rather than the chocolate in my desk.

But the test that was supposed to take 10 minutes - 15 tops - has turned into an hour and a half and counting (notice the time, please, it's almost time for me to go home). So while the engineers reboot the system, trying to reset everything and find out what the problem is, I'm going to eat the chocolate and leave the oranges in the bag until tomorrow.

Nope, I don't eat out of boredom or sadness or unhappiness. Oh no. I eat out of frustration.

Grrr.