Res Ipsa Poker

It's 11:57 a.m. on Friday, and my stomach is asking me a very important question:

Hey, you idiot, what's for lunch?

I will be spending the next thirty-three minutes trying to answer that question.

11:59 a.m.: For lack of any better ideas, lunch is probably going to end up being Wendy's.

12:00 p.m.: That'll work. Here ends the great experiment in live blogging. Feel free to rejoice.