Having read the thread through, I now want a grilled cheese sandwich very badly. unfortunatley, the local carryout does not seem to offer one. Bother.
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I need to eat. Nothing sounds good. should I BK?
Health-ma to you, Kat.
I need to eat. Nothing sounds good. should I BK?
If only I had seen this post before I ordered my own stupid lunch -- I would have met you at BK!
I need to eat. Nothing sounds good. should I BK?
I'm in the same dilema, except I've decided not to BK. Maybe I'll hit Quiznos.
David, allow me to say only this: What, they don't have phones in the bar??
I think I'm doing Quiznos myself.
I've spent way too much time this morning overhearing people obsess over how their jobs will be lost to India. It seems to be a really prevalent paranoia here.
*My* job's not in much jeopardy, since it's all about the face time, and I'm an immigrant in IT anyway. Part of me bristles at the xenopobia that seems to be bubbling underneath, but they are talking about their careers here.
there is no Quiznos near me.
meeting me at BK would be a trek for you.
I am having dinner at the Oyseter Bar tonight so I feel like I shouldn't ruin my appetite, but I don't really have an appetite while sick, so....
once again, my lack of people to do things for me irks. why must I get my own food?
David, allow me to say only this: What, they don't have phones in the bar??
This bar did not, actually. It's tiny and old, and I think the old fashioned booth they used to have for a payphone, is now a storage closet. Nor do I have a cell phone. Again, not an excuse, but it was a situation that getting up to leave and find a cell phone meant that I was just going home anyway.
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