Two weeks ago, I got some bad news about a project I've been working on, and all I could think about was, where am I going to eat? Because bad news makes me hungry, and it also makes me sentimental. The meal I eat after getting bad news has to be special in some way. Historic, maybe. So I before I would really sift through my feelings about the news, I needed to decide on lunch. Which isn't unusual, I think...