That’s PJ’s only qualifier for sushi.  S’gotta be raw.  And, mmmmm, boy howdy!, was it good.

Had a phenomenal lunch with the fantastic WildeChick herself, Steph, and the fabulous PJ.  There was miso soup, TONS of sushi, and lots of laughter.  I forget, sometimes, that I do have fun.  I know you readers must marvel on how I make it from day to day without slitting my delicate little wrists, and lunches like today are what get me by. 

I still smell like PJ.  Forgot how calming that is.  Ah, memories..

So, to summarize from lunch:

• “The lifestyle IS hard.  For one thing, your soul is rotting.”
• “You need to know that she is riding him dry.”
• “I wish I HAD gone to high school.  I should write about that.”
• “Oh.  I was poor then.  I didn’t do theatre.”
• “And it’s not baggage that anyone couldn’t handle.  Just baggage that I couldn’t handle.”
• “He found some poetry that I had written, and I had to undergo an exam.”

See, it’s not all gossip.  I’ve decided that historical discussion isn’t gossip.

I’ve decided this weekend will be great.  I’ve decided this because I really have no other choice.  I hope that Bryan will let me borrow his mower, as mine has died.  Half of my backyard was cut before the expiration, so it looks really freakish now.

I hate money.  Just thought I’d say that.  I really only hate it when I don’t have it.  And I pretty rarely have it.  So it’s a hate-love-hate relationship.

It’s so much nicer outside!  It’s cooling off.  Very thrilled about that.  Maybe some outdoorsy (read: FREE) stuff this weekend: picnicing on the mountain (haven’t done that since April), wandering Big Spring Park (hmm.. also in April), maybe finding something outside that we’ve never done.. even in April.

Keboobalah.. I have a favor to ask you.  I need some artistic vision.

Excited.  Because nothing is stable right now, nothing will be the same tomorrow.