To make myself feel a little better, I took myself out to lunch.

I strolled over to the West Village to a restaurant I have always wanted to go to�Mary's Fish Camp (yes, it is owned by a lesbian).

I had their signature dish�a lobster roll. It was delicious, but I do feel a little guilty because it came with fries�and I pretty much cleaned my plate.

Now I'm back at my desk�feeling lonely�thinking perhaps I should have another cigarette or another cup of coffee�these are obviously just efforts to leave the office (cubicle).