Boy oh boy was I nervous today! I gave my first conference paper ever at 3 o’clock, so when lunch rolled around at noon (”on your own”), I was really in no condition to consume and keep down food. The Grad Center cafeteria did not help. I walked in and was instantly confirmed in my diagnosis (I’m 300.02). Due to crowd-anxiety-freakout, I opted for the first thing I saw, on the right just as I walked in. A ready-made pastrami sandwich. The man behind the counter put what looked to me like two entire sandwiches on my plate, but when I said, “Oh no, I just want one,” he said, “You mean half?” So I took half and grabbed a bag of Lay’s baked potato chips. I was pretty amazed I could pull that off, since it required bending down with my enormous bag on my shoulder–very dicey proposition considering the number of librarians and archivists crammed in the line. I was very afraid I’d knock everything over. I ate with A. and A., both of whom had salads, and K., whose meal featured a pile of cucumber slices.