Next day

{if Hungover=True}You groan and sit up, clutching your head. You sigh, and feel regret. ...For this pain now. Not for last night. Huh. That seems problematic?{endif}

You head into work, after a day off, almost relieved to have something to do. Not that work is fun by any measure, but distraction will give you time to introspect, and reflect. Mmm. Yes. ...There is nothing that needs to be done. Nothing goes wrong. No news, no meetings. No gossip -- not that you participate, but if there WAS, you might've potentially listened a bit more eagerly...

What the hell. At this pace, you'll struggle to avoid looking visibly and obviously bored. You consider manufacturing a minor issue, when you see Mr. Accounting swooping by. Thank god he's an idiot. Not that it'll mean good news for him, of course. He asks questions about the weather -- you already can't remember what the commute was like -- and you try your best to not patronize his banality. You need to juice this fruit a little longer...

But you honestly have no idea how to talk to a... person... like this. So you ask him if he works out. He proceeds to explain to you ALL ABOUT how there are, in fact, weights in gyms across the nation, and he is not too shabby and picking them up and putting them down. His posture starts to grow... oh lord. He's flexing. And trying to do it secret-like. Like he just grew a stick up us ass, and is clenching his fists slowly like an angsty teen... what are you doing, here. You're not THAT bored. You bid him adieu. {if Total Wine>5}However, as you shoo him along he invites me out for drinks. You accidentally pause. You like the idea. --Not with him. Of course. But he's not a HORRIBLE person... maybe if You were ten years younger... but he noticed you pause, and turns and looks more eager to reiterate. So you get angry and tell him to get back to work else it's a write-up. Your voice is a bit too loud. Like you were scolding yourself as well...{endif}

You head back home, and order a pizza before you even feed Pop-Tart. He knows. ...Maybe. He certainly headbutts you the due amount, at least.

You eat a slice of pizza and feel full, already. ...What the hell are you gonna do with the rest of this? How do you keep forgetting to buy Tupperware! You refuse to waste more leftovers, so you wrap up the remaining slices in cling-wrap, for now, and freeze them.

Well, now what?