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the_dala at 06:01pm on 10/02/2004
the_dala at 06:01pm on 10/02/2004The situation: Vanesa is not back from her (???) meeting-thingy and, though I am not hungry, I feel I should eat an actual meal at some time during the day, since the fact that I haven't done so yet is probably why the computer screen I'm staring at keeps dipping around like an idiot.
The options:
1. Hike to the Great Room by myself and hope that a. the pond-al area hasn't turned into a giant mudpit and b. they have something besides pizza made with American cheese, salad made of brown lettuce, chicken-free buffalo chicken wraps, and that nasty green pie that even I, pie afficionado that I am, will not try.
2. Hike to the Upper Deck and order a sandwich/chicken fingers/quesadillas, hoping that this will not make my Flexdollars run out any faster. Sure. Of course it won't. And when they cart me off in April after my Onecard is rejected and I've bashed myself into the vending machine repeatedly while screaming about cherry pie and Big Kat bars, I'll know where I went wrong.
3. Make soup. This would entail washing the pot.
4. Get dinner from the snack machine -- chips, Cheetos, cupcakes, beef jerky, Sno-Balls, and other food that doesn't exist in nature. Did this for lunch earlier. Even less satisfying than it sounds.
5. Eat whatever's lying around the room. That would be: mini Ritz Bits, mini Oreos, one of ten different kinds of cereal, goldfish, fruit snacks, the last wheel of mini Babybel cheese, Valentines cookies, hot chocolate mix, or the giant tub of Philadelphia cream cheese that was once frozen and has been defrosted.
6. Take more Nyquil and pass out on the floor.
I'm not liking any of those.
The options:
1. Hike to the Great Room by myself and hope that a. the pond-al area hasn't turned into a giant mudpit and b. they have something besides pizza made with American cheese, salad made of brown lettuce, chicken-free buffalo chicken wraps, and that nasty green pie that even I, pie afficionado that I am, will not try.
2. Hike to the Upper Deck and order a sandwich/chicken fingers/quesadillas, hoping that this will not make my Flexdollars run out any faster. Sure. Of course it won't. And when they cart me off in April after my Onecard is rejected and I've bashed myself into the vending machine repeatedly while screaming about cherry pie and Big Kat bars, I'll know where I went wrong.
3. Make soup. This would entail washing the pot.
4. Get dinner from the snack machine -- chips, Cheetos, cupcakes, beef jerky, Sno-Balls, and other food that doesn't exist in nature. Did this for lunch earlier. Even less satisfying than it sounds.
5. Eat whatever's lying around the room. That would be: mini Ritz Bits, mini Oreos, one of ten different kinds of cereal, goldfish, fruit snacks, the last wheel of mini Babybel cheese, Valentines cookies, hot chocolate mix, or the giant tub of Philadelphia cream cheese that was once frozen and has been defrosted.
6. Take more Nyquil and pass out on the floor.
I'm not liking any of those.
silly
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