Food coma

One of my (favorite) coworkers is leaving us. Tomorrow's his last day, so we took him out to lunch. I'm so full of really amazingly good Indian food right now that I'm going to have trouble not falling asleep the rest of the afternoon. I really shouldn't have had the last half a naan, but it looked so lonely sitting there in the basket...

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So I'm done with my work for the day. But I'm going to a cocktail party (an alumni thing, our grandfather class is hosting for my class) that doesn't start until six. And it's probably only about a ten minute subway ride away. Plus, it's raining. So I can't leave work yet. Trying to find something to do. Maybe I should work on a story or something.