On Monday, I started something that I shouldn't have. I bought myself prime-time ($$$) sushi from Makimono, for 'my one week of being 24 birth-week?' -- anyway!
Now I can't kick the habit, and drive from West to East craving this exact dinner to accompany me home.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm craving it again tonight, and the only thing stopping me is, Frank. He's over at my house while I'm at work, nursing our li'l Roc-star to health. He's had a throw up spell, according to my mother, since I've left for work. Frank ate some stuff at home, but I know he'd want something more to snack on, and sushi is out of the question. Grr. You win this time Frank. But it's not over. There's always tomorrow!