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I had stuff to do at lunchtime so I ended up going out late and then grabbing something to eat with my friend Captain Annoying and this guy from the IT department who I will call "Scary McGee". Scary McGee is this weird guy who's always calling me up for answers to questions he should know the answers to, and then he says stuff in a quiet, scary voice that's obviously meant to be funny but it's just weird. ("I'm so angry, I'm ripping the pages out of a book right now, Octavia. It's not even my book.")

So, anyway, we all were going to this Japanese place and I asked C.A. if there was anything on the menu I could eat. C.A. and I are good friends so he knew I was referring to the fact that I try not to eat rice and noodles and stuff like that. So C.A. said, "No, everything has rice or noodles." So then Scary McGee says, "You don't eat rice?"

"No," I say.

"Why not?"

I shrug, not wanting to get into it. I'm really tired of explaining my food choices to everyone but it always seems to come up, it's just impossible for me to not eat certain things without having to hear about it in some way.

So C.A. says, "She's on Atkins". (Which actually isn't true, I haven't been on Atkins proper in many months, since before Christmas. I've just not been eating starches, sugars and the like, simple as that. I'm doing it to avoid gaining back any weight, and it's working. Not that it's anyone's business.)

So S.M. says, "You're on a diet?'

"Kinda..."

"Good." And he nods. Then proceeds to give me all sorts of unsolicited advice about training ones body to lose weight and working out and, like, who the hell says "GOOD" to a woman who admits, reluctantly, to being on a diet?

That's the same thing as saying, "I'm glad you're trying to lose some of that disgusting weight, Fatass."

Why can't people mind their own business?

Anyway, I ended up eating buckwheat soba noodle soup because there really was nothing at that damn place I could eat.

I'm gonna start eating lunch in secret. All I want to do is read my Harry Potter books and be left alone, really.

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