Sometimes having a doorman sucks

I know I really shouldn't care what people think about me, especially my doorman, but I can't help it. They're judging. I just know it. Woke up with a really painful hangover after last night's festivities. The score- Nina: 0. Hangover: 2,597. Was starving. Nothing to eat in apartment. Could barely get up to pee. Boiled 2 eggs. Ate a breakfast bar. Chugged gatorade. Still starving. Want to order pizza but was too embarrassed that the doorman would think I was a fat, lazy piece of shit for ordering a large pizza for one at 3 in the afternoon on a Monday. Tried to sleep off the hunger and headache. Woke up again at 6:30pm. Walked next door to get mac n cheese. Doorman said good morning.