It took me one long photo shoot and a lot of labor to discover that I actually prefer lobster leftovers over the whole lobster thing. Once upon a time, while the rest of my family was enjoying gloriously exotic Sri Lankan vacation and I ended up stranded in the city, alone and miserable, I decided to elevate the moods via nice lobster dinner. When you are home alone, you do not exactly cook for yourself, the whole idea is to have someone else do the job; I went to the Chelsea Market, walked into The Lobster Place and acquired a nice little one pounder and all the hoopla that goes with it. The little fellow looked particularly cute, and I thought I could perhaps photograph it first. So I took my camera. Three hours later, I still had not eaten my lobster. I first arranged the table for the photo shoot. I then conducted the photo shoot. Next, I downloaded and reviewed the photos. Once the photo shoot was over, I cleaned the table and the kitchen. I proceeded to set up the table for my glamorous dinner. I then cleaned the apartment to make it fit for my glamorous dinner. I took a shower to make myself glamorous for my glamorous dinner. When I finally made it to my glamorous table, I did not feel glamorous anymore, I just felt tired. So I packed up my lobster and shipped it to the fridge. The following day, it made for a very glamorous panini. <br />

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