Most days I eat lunch as a solitary nerd armed with a hummus veggie wrap and a book. Most likely a super English nerd book. And by most days, I mean every day. As the lone female in an office of men, I don't really go out much. Plus I'd rather spend my money on crap I don't need from modcloth rather than lunch, but that's beside the point.
Lunch by yourself really isn't so bad I suppose. Especially if you've learned to embrace your reclusive habits (and I have). Plus, you get to blog from your phone about completely insignificant things. For example...
-grass is itchy. I think tomorrow I'll bring a blanket.
-why are rich people so obsessed with windows? How do you clean all those windows? Is it hot in there? Incessantly hot?
-mid 80s is just perfect, thank you. Let's leave the triple digit temps to the suckers in AZ.
-I have a morbid fear of being pooped on by birds. It happened in middle school and I'm pretty sure I never got over it.
-how scared should i feel that a random guy in a visor circa 1995 is kicking pinecones on the sidewalk next to me? He might not be a threat but that visor definitely is.
See? Lunch alone is basically awesome. Plus, I'm starting Don Quixote today so get ready for some heavy reading, kids. Lunchtime alone with Amy isn't for suckers.
With this view, I think I'll be just fine eating by myself all summer. Yep. Just fine.
