i brought some dried pineapple from the co-op today. i can never seem to think about lunch early in the morning before work, so i never end up packing anything. i am so strapped for cash that i can never go out for lunch. sometimes the warehouse guys make stuff in the kitchen and give me their scraps... but not regulary. and besides, they are always making some sort of mystery meat concoction from meat that some relative killed in the woods behind their house or something. sometimes they don't even know what meat they are eating. grody.