M&Ms are never on sale

Oh the exquisite joy of cubicle life! I have this lovely cube until the 21st; it comes complete with computer, phone, buzzing fluorescent light, and loud, not very interesting conversations to be overheard (at least I know what everyone around me will be eating for dinner--whew!) Proofreading is not all that bad provided there are documents to proof. When there are not? Well, ND gets a little busy on Mr. Internet.

It has hit 90 degrees again today, which will make the inside of my air-conditioner-free car about 211 degrees for the impossibly long ride home tonight. It's amazing that it takes me an hour to go 15 miles at night but half that long in the morning. Of course, I'm not complaining. Who am I kidding? Complaining is what devas do best. That and enlightenment. Yeah, we're pretty good at that, too.

So it's hot, the kitties lie around like damp throw rugs and get cross quite easily with each other. All the lawns are burnt and barefooting it feels like walking on toothpicks. What is there to do but recline, drink Fosters, and grumble ever more loudly?

But to the title of this diatribe! Why is it that M&Ms are never on sale? I sense a conspiracy on the part of Mars, Inc., who creates these charming, addictive tidbits then slaps a $4 price tag on a large bag, snickering up their choco-immune sleeves as we poor vermin shell out cash we can ill afford.

Anyone with any explanation as to this vicious business practice feel free to expound using as many visuals as possible and branching off into as many bizarre tangents as feels necessary.

Heatedly yours,
Ciao,
I remain,
ND