I like to take my lunch breaks as late as possible. This serves two functions:
1.) I'm full until dinner
2.) less work after lunch
However, it's 12:30 and I don't think I can make it any longer. I'm weak. Luckily, I get out at 3 on Fridays, so I'll still be home before anyone else. That's not much consolation for anyone reading this, as you are probably flying into a murderous rage right about now, but it makes me feel better to know that my leaving early has sufficiently pissed off others, mainly because I'm a dick. Toodles!