I cut my tunafish sandwich into quarters at lunch today. Keep in mind that I am an unemployed engineer living alone. You’d be lucky enough to see me use a plate, let alone cut my sandwhich into anything. Yet, today I did as my mom always did and made near-perfect little squares of my meager sustenance.

Granted, I still ate said sandwich on the floor in front of the TV; so at least I haven’t lost all of my identity.