I should probably eat something, but I've overshot hungry into that place where nothing sounds good.
Ok, I'll bundle up and actually leave the building in search of sustinance. Somewhere that won't wince at breaking a twenty, perhaps. I can't think of anywhere to go that I won't have to talk to people, though. More than like "hello, that will be $4.27" "thanks", I mean. Meh.
No really, Joy, you always feel better from this sort of thing after you've eaten. Go get some pizza at Atlantic Street. Go on, shoo.