I was debating with myself whether to go out into the not-so-cold-but-windy and get something to eat at the store down the road, or to just sit in my office and be hungry and shiver because I haven’t gone downstairs to reclaim my heater yet.

If you go outside, you’ll be gone for twenty or thirty minutes, get some fresh air and your co-workers will get used to you being gone and leave you alone for the rest of your lunch break so you can work on that creativity project you started to dislodge your blocks, I said to myself.

But it’s cold out and I’d have to stand up and put on my coat, I replied. It was an actual debate, not a metaphorical one.

Then I checked my wallet and remembered I have no money today and that ended the debate.

Now I think I’ll run downstairs and steal back my heater while my co-worker is away at lunch.