Memo to people on my floor: the kitchen is not a common room

[guanin]

I'm hungry. I've been hungry for an hour now. But there's been this group in the kitchen for an hour and a half and I don't know if they have it confused with the dining room because there's no way they're still cooking. I don't feel like talking face to face with people right now. Sometimes I really, strongly, don't want to physically interact. Talking online is always welcome, but I just don't feel like handling food in front of people, ever. I'm irrational that way. Their chatting is also very annoying as people seem to forget that the doors are no barrier against noise from the hall and I can't concentrate. I feel like I'm bang really bitchy about it, but I'm hungry. Can't I be irrational in peace?

ETA: They finally left. As I sat here eating, I suddenly realized something. I've been stocking up on potatoes because they're filling and the cheapest thing in the store. Potatoes are known as "poor man's bread". Greeaat. Screw it. I'm a total potato fan.