I've decided I don't want to try sushi enough to spend money I should be using for more practical things... I know, since when am I practical?
I guess a kid's got to grow up sometime.
I am, however, going swimming this weekend. I'm actually rather anxious. You see, the last time someone other than a medical care provider saw me without a shirt was 1994.
I don't know why this triggers my anxiety so severely.
Am I that insecure? Ah, well, I'll just have to get over it.
In other news: I've found I quite enjoy writing surrealistically. I'm tempted to write an entire surrealistic book... but I don't think I could find anyone who would want to read it.