i met adrian in the break room at lunchtime today making a ketchup sandwich. he must have caught me staring because he immediately looked sheepish and explained that he had intended to go out to buy deli meats but had run out of time. embarrassment all around, and then i pulled the shasta-and-her-meatless-cheeseburger story out from the collection of old stories that really shouldn't be told anymore, and we both laughed nervously, and i almost felt bad enough to run out right away and bring back a slice of bologna.