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I had dinner with Leslie and her roommate Stephanie tonight. Good times.

I know this isn't the best picture quality (it's from my camera phone), but I wanted to show the artistry and care that George-san, my sushi cafe, puts in the food that he makes me every Wednesday night.

Background: I eat at No Name Sushi every Wednesday (unless I'm out of town), and I literally order the same thing every time I am there. It's so routine, that Hiroko, the waitress, doesn't even take my order. She just puts my order in immediately when she sees me walk in, or if I am with people, she takes their orders and then automatically writes mine down.

Anyway, my usual order is a salmon don(buri) and 3-piece maguro sashimi. Each week for the past 3 months, George-san has been making my "usual" in different ways, so I think I'm going to take a picture of it each time, and post it up. This was tonight's dinner!

My work Outlook inbox is at zero... no emails... completely empty!

Woo hoo!!!

Tonight someone described me as "husband material."

I don't quite know how to take that. On one had I don't want to be boxed into the stereotype of the guy who's great for a long-term relationship ONLY and that's it. And on the other hand, it's kind of nice to be thought of as someone's husband (although marriage isn't quite in the works just yet for me or this country).

I'll just relish in the kind thought for now.

I'm flying back to DC on Thursday... and guess what. This time I'm going there for fun!

Shock of all shocks, I know.

I'll be back on Monday after touring our nation's capitol for more than a day or two. And I'll get to see a host of fun people that I miss.

Do you ever feel like you're racing against the clock to get to bed?

Those are my usual Monday nights. After I get back from chorus rehearsal at about 10 to 10:30 pm, I get home, have dinner of some sort, while simultaneously checking my email. Sometimes I chat with people online, sometimes I chat with friends on the phone. And while I am doing that I am preparing my wardrobe, my lunch, and my gym bag for the next day. Usually I want to get all of this done so I can be in bed by 12 pm at the latest so that I can wake up at 7am to drive to the gym in the morning.

Does this happen every time? No, sometimes I just am too tired to even bother eating anything. Other times I don't wake up in the morning.

I just thought that it was incredibly funny that all through my youth I would try to stay up as late as possible, and now I just can't wait to get into my bed to sleep the night away. When did life become so busy that I can't sit down, relax, have a cup of hot chocolate, and write a blog post before I go to bed?

Well to that I say, not tonight. (As I sit here, writing, contemplating and sipping on a cup of hot chocolate).

I was at Safeway tonight buying a random assortment of groceries--garlic, onions, raisins, carrots, etc.--when I spotted this box of Corn Pops on the check stand belt ahead of me. It belonged to a family of three little Chinese girls and their dad, who was paying for the cereal with what looked like food stamps. Anyway that's besides the point. The more sad part of this little story is what it says on the box of Pops.

"Big Yellow Taste...Sweet Puffed Crunch!"

I'm sorry... But when the hell did "yellow" become a flavor? And if yellow is indeed a flavor, why oh why did Kellogg's claim it as the flavor of Pops? And why would anyone want to eat anything that is self-proclaimed yellow-tasting?