the problem with cell phones: you speak the truth into them.

I was having lunch today and my phone rang. I picked it up because I was by myself and people around me didn't look as if they cared. It was Dan. He asked what I was doing. I told him I was having lunch. He asked what I was eating. I told him "fake sushi."

Which was true, technically, since I was having mass produced sushi off a plastic tray. It was good because I was hungry, but it wasn't very good. It was supposed to be eel, but it tasted mostly of bland rice.

At least I was sitting by the window ways away from the counter. That makes me feel better.