I am currently eating sushi.
I got sushi for lunch. All by myself.
For those of you who do not know me personally, I do not have the same utter-adoration attitude towards sushi that it seems everybody I know has. I am not terribly fond of seafood in general, really. But every so often, I get an irrestistible craving for sushi or seafood or something (once including a GIGANTIC tureen of fish soup in Nice, France, ordered by me who up to that point had never ordered fish ANYTHING, save battered fish 'n' chips from a Captain D's in suburban Denver) that will absolutely not be sated until I am, say, three-fourths through the meal at which point I remember that I hate seafood. A tuna roll, a salmon roll, a California roll (yes, I know, it is tame as far as sushi goes). Plus I have a can of green tea and a whole bag of the infamous Pudding Marshmallow.
Plus, I discovered why the elevators do not go to my office's floor. Seems that our office used to house a real-live Garment District sweatshop, and the elevators were bricked off so the owners of whatever company used to be here could keep tabs on their sweatshop workers as they went up and down the little spiral staircase. That also explains the large number of outlets in the floor.
I feel so fucking New York right now.