In honor of our friend Bethany's birthday, my coworker Kelly baked cupcakes and brought them into work. Chocolate cupcakes. Chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting. Chocolate cupcakes, with chocolate frosting, and mini chocolate chips in them. Mmmmm. Never being one to turn down a perfectly good cupcake, I inhaled one first thing this morning. There were witnesses, I barely came up for air. It was so good. It was the kind of cupcake that requires several napkins and a wet wipe to get the markings off of your fingers, and in my case face. By ten o'clock I was becoming frustrated with one thing or another, so Kelly brought a second cupcake to my desk. Hey, it was delivered I couldn't turn it down. Next thing you know it is noon and I decide to go in for a third. Perhaps the universe was trying to tell me that three chocolate cupcakes, with chocolate frosting, and mini chocolate chips in them is not a good idea before lunch, because midway through I cut my lip on the metal wrapping. There was blood. This did not stop me from eating the rest of the cupcake however, it only required that I use my free hand to hold a napkin to my face while finishing the cupcake. That my friends is talent. By the end of the day I could still feel the little cut on the bottom of my lip and it didn't feel good. Knowing that I was actually stronger than the metal wrapping, I did not let it get the best of me. I showed it who was boss, and went in for a fourth. Success was mine. I completed the last cupcake of the day with no damage to my epidermis and my pride intact. Well, my determination intact anyway. I am still looking for my off switch.