I watched Breakfast at Tiffany's last night.

I rushed out the door and forgot my wallet this morning. I was in too much of a hurry to pack a lunch, either. Drat. I have some nuts at my desk, that might suffice for lunch. If not, I will try to remember a credit card number and see if I can order any food from local businesses.

My finger is all bruised.

I think this isn't working out. Any of it. I've gotta get out of this place.

Okay. I have some stuff to do. I could do that. I guess. If I have to.

This is not working for me. It just isn't. I need to get out.

I'm getting underwear in the mail. At work. Today.

I cannot account for my time. It seems to have been wasted.

NOOOOOOOOOOO! I tried to order from Chipotle and they are temporarily unable to accept online credit card orders from that location. I will try one a couple more blocks away... I need to have a lunch.

Success. I will report on how the burrito turned out. Maybe something will work for me today. It's not the perfect burrito place, you know, but it's good enough for lunch.

AAAAAAAAAAAAH. AAAAAAAAAAAAH. AAAAAH. Typing out screams is mildly cathartic.