November 5th, 2001. Monday
There's a certain amount of bleakness associated with getting up from your desk, walking to the lunch room, and standing in front of the snack machine for a minute, disappointed that they didn't have the fritos you were craving. Even bleaker: You give a heavy sigh and finally decide that Cheese Doodles will somehow make your day better and put your money in and punch "C1" on the keypad, and stand there watching the doodles fall to the bottom. It was precisely at that point, in the two seconds while I watched the little things spin and drop the Doodles, that the bleakness of this situation really hit me.
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