So this is how it’s going to be, the campus Subway as the new abject, absorbent sponge for my grief at having left my lunch sack in my refrigerator at home, working tight up against a deadline that would not move to allow for a quick trip home. I wanted chips. I wanted to feel like a smart person, someone who makes good choices and not bad choices. A good person. I chose the baked chips. Can I do a thing right this week, even one thing?