"You look like a Chinese kung fu movie that was poorly dubbed."

In the past when I lived with roommates, I could always send someone out to get me soup if I wasn't feeling well. Now that I live alone, I no longer have the luxury of in-house pity servants, but I do have 24-hour delivery in downtown L.A.

I decided that I needed to find some other way to be productive since I didn't come into work today. I ordered noodles from a nearby Thai restaurant (really good noodles might I add), sat down in front of my computer, and proceeded to write. I had to ask someone a question for the piece I was working on, so I made what I thought would be a quick phone call, but it turned into a 45-minute conversation.

I was still talking to the guy when my delivery arrived. It then occurred to me that I had never bothered to change out of my writer's uniform, which is the same as what I sleep in, which is the same as underwear.

Moral: always put on clothes before ordering delivery. Sadly, this concept was somehow not obvious to me until today.