Man, were We busy that day. It was 5 days before prelims, and We had to somehow sling together a lunch and rush off to school--gah. No good. Stress was very, very high. Evidence: bringing Our lunch in an old miso container. Yes, We had not done the dishes in quite some time. Also note the plastic spoon, for the same reasons.
Enter a no-brainer lunch: fried rice. Sweet Jesus. Meanwhile, one of the the other grad students has a sister who had a Chinese-food-themed birthday party, and he brought a huge box of leftover fortune cookies to school. Of course, these fortunes were custom-printed and were all about how awesome his sister is, but still, fun to get a cookie to go with Our fried rice.
Hm, does this count as a shame lunch? Let Us sum up: plastic spoon, weird container, fried rice (not in itself shameful, of course, and yet indicative of a certain je ne sais quoi mais j'ai des soupçons), no sides of fruit or more veggies--not even instant miso or something, scavenged cookie--yes, yes, I think this is officially a shame lunch.
*click!* Yep, We have now added the shame tag to you, little lunch.
In the background is a Nalgene of tea and the graduate student lounge/computer room. And Our keys--that's right, keys to the castle, right there. Such power to be contained in so ordinary an object.
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