edit 4:04: H agreed/enabled me to some Cheetos after more whining and crying from me. I spun around in my chair arms up all freddiemercurywearethechampions style mouthing, yeeeeeeeeahhh! cheetooooossssssssss! launched myself back into my cube from across the hallway & hightailed it out of here, (literally RAN-- color me embarrassed), leaving a cloud of dust and bobby pins, to the vending machine outside and hit B6B6B6 maniacally. The little golden bag fell down into my arms. I ran back inside to split the loot. Sharing makes me feel less bad. Now I'm revelling in my britbrit orange pixie dust opium den-- ahem, cubicle. Free basing orange cheese dust has never felt. So good, yet so bad, yet so so good.