One of my directors just brought around a plate of baklava. Homemade by the wife of the Afghan Ambassador. Because why not?

Am now in delicious heaven, because oh. my. god. it was good. Someday I'll learn how to make it, but it will never EVER be that good. Just melt in your mouth delicious. It may have cured my cold with the first orgasmic bite. I don't really even have a sweet tooth and I would happily and easily eat an entire plate of the stuff. It would make me sick, considering how rich it is, but I would suffer through.

My day had been pretty crappy, but now it is filled with unicorns and joy.