...in my mouth and everyone's invited. Apparently. I don't know what I'm talking about here, okay, I have a hangover. Brain fuzzy. But what I'm sayin' is, I have every option you can imagine to order lunch from right now, I could order Italian, French, Spanish, Mexican, Chinese, Thai, Japanese, American, BBQ... and I am overwhelmed. What does one eat when one is hungover that won't make one want to barf?
This is not hypothetical. I need help.
Pizza? Hmm. Greasy sounds very appealing right now. But it always does post-debauchery, and then I immediately feel disgusting afterwards. Take that sentence out of context and you've got an entirely different thing going on there.
Here comes my overly priviledged rant that no one will give me any sympathy for: it's hard getting lunch for free at work! It makes it impossible to decide what to get. If I were paying, it'd be peanut butter and jelly every day. But with the boss picking up the tab it could be shell steak, it could be chicken primavera, it could be noodle soup. Choices are not my friend, they are the bane of my very existence.
I am thinking cheeseburger. But not a big meaty one, something dainty. With fries. Ooooh baby.
This is not hypothetical. I need help.
Pizza? Hmm. Greasy sounds very appealing right now. But it always does post-debauchery, and then I immediately feel disgusting afterwards. Take that sentence out of context and you've got an entirely different thing going on there.
Here comes my overly priviledged rant that no one will give me any sympathy for: it's hard getting lunch for free at work! It makes it impossible to decide what to get. If I were paying, it'd be peanut butter and jelly every day. But with the boss picking up the tab it could be shell steak, it could be chicken primavera, it could be noodle soup. Choices are not my friend, they are the bane of my very existence.
I am thinking cheeseburger. But not a big meaty one, something dainty. With fries. Ooooh baby.
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