Zoe

Oh, great. It's you. Let me guess: you've been working hard, you're full of optimism, and you're about to ruin my vibe by suggesting we go outside. Save your breath. Monday is tomorrow, which is a universally recognized tragedy, and my blood sugar is dangerously low on tomato-and-cheese derivatives. If you didn't bring lasagna, don't talk to me. Actually, even if you did bring lasagna, just slide it over and keep walking.