"Go get a donut," my big, blonde co-worker says.
"What's the occasion?" I ask, already standing up and on my way to the pantry.
"It's spring," she says, "and I won twelve hundred dollars in the afternoon numbers."
Two donuts later, and today I woke up with a heart full of wet and sad, depressed, sick of life, and totally unaware that what I ate yesterday might have something to do with it.