Except that, while one of the other guys is only seen at night, having dinner with friends in our kitchen, this guy is never seen, period (if you'll excuse my shameless use if the American word).
And yeah, I'm sitting here now, wondering when I will eat, and although I'm starting to be hungry, I still don't feel like eating. It seems I'll only eat when:
a) The food is free and on display, and
b) At breakfast, which is the only routine that has survived the transition.
I've somehow found myself signing up for paintball tomorrow... I have no old clothes... damn.
Bullet Magnet II says he'll be thinking of you.
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