First class sounds fantastic, Aimee!

I'm sure you knocked their socks off, Daisy Jane. I can imagine the job not being a good fit for you, that happens, but I can't imagine you not giving a great interview.

I can force myself to be perky and cheerful pretty much any time. My natural state is to wake up slowly, ease into the day by sipping coffee (preferably made for me by someone else) for several hours, maybe getting one thing done and then taking a siesta.

It's 12:30 EST. Do you know where your lunch is? I don't someone tell me!

It's 12:30 EST. Do you know where your lunch is? I don't someone tell me!

San Francisco!

San Francisco!

I would if I could.

I'm leaning toward wonton soup for lunch, but what should I have with it?

San Francisco!

I'd even BART over and meet you!

It's 12:30 EST. Do you know where your lunch is? I don't someone tell me!

That awesome sandwich place down the street? (Mmm, Pita Club).

I'm not a morning person, and I don't drink coffee. Therefore, Gronk.

We need a good deli here. All we have is subway,and I suppose they're adequate when you need to carbo load, but I want a REAL sandwich.

All we have is subway,and I suppose they're adequate when you need to carbo load, but I want a REAL sandwich.

This is one of my friend (in Pasadena)'s biggest gripes. She and I both have major Submarina addiction, and you guys don't have them back there. Subway is So Very Not The Same.

My lunch is in my tummy.

I'm not a morning person for about 6 minutes. Provided I have been woken up nicely. If I have been woken up not nicely (dog barking, child bouncing on my head, fire) I tend to be cranky for a good long while.

Sometimes though, I wake up cranky. And this gets confused with not being a morning person. It's very different.

I'd even BART over

BART as a verb.

Sounds like new slang for puking.

"Dude, you totally barted in Steve's car last night."