My job pays me well enough to bite the bullet and endure the senseless commute. But not well enough to move closer to the office and trade my nice suburban apartment for a (older, rattier, with less amenities) shoebox half the size for more the cost.
Unless you were cooking roast turkeys for lunch.
What about the time it took you to read HN, or even type that message? No judgement but there is always time in the day to make food.
[I am an HN Edit Bot and make snide comments when downvoted: 1 person(s) dislikes the concept of making their own food]
After a tired long day at work, followed by a soul draining commute on public transportation, I'm simply too - yes, lazy - and tired to do anything productive, even for just a few minutes even though I know objectively it's not that much effort.
I'm sure many people know this feeling.