So, I thought I was being all efficient and stuff by making my lunch last night and putting it in the refrigerator. I congratulated myself this morning as I was eating breakfast. "I'm eating breakfast, AND I've got lunch taken care of." I'm doing some reading on the T (after having gotten off at North Station because I mistakenly thought that, when the conductor said "Change here for the green line," I could actually get to the green line), and I go to put my book away when I get close to my stop. Wow, my bag is empty. Why is it this empty. Oh, no lunch.