Lately, as I’ve been looking to turn over a new leaf and stop making lunches out of the pile of m&m’s in front of me, I’ve thought often of this scene from The Fifth Element. I have a way of falling into my work and whatever deadline is in front of me so that during my work week especially, it’s a real drag to figure out what to eat three times a day. I’m fully aware that I’m extremely privileged to have these kinds of problems. Still, I’m gonna admit that when I’m swimming in browser tabs, pages of notes and interview transcripts on my desk, I wonder to myself: Where’s my bottle of microwaveable stewed chicken pills?