Lets review the rules. So far there is only one
Rule 1: On or Off. No shades of grey.
The new one:
Rule 2: Can only sleep in one weekend day.
It seems that I’ve arbitrarily decided that I can only sleep in one day each weekend. I did that yesterday, so when I woke at 7:30 am this morning, I stayed up. No naps. Just catching up on stuff I haven’t done (blogging, laundry, vacuuming)
Why do I have this rule? Who the hell knows. I make this stuff up and then stick to it and don’t know why. It isn’t like I have a parent around telling me what I have to do, so I don’t have anyone to blame.
Guess we can add this to my list of handicaps.
Out for Chinese food tonight, I was trying to get out of ordering. Figured we could use one dish less than we had people. But then I said, “Guess I should pick a dish. Then I’ll have at least one thing I like.”
J immediately responded, “How’s that working out for you?”
As it turns out, I seem to be a very picky eater. I don’t like mushrooms, seafood, most meat, and I hate eggs. Hate them. Every so often, I try something new, sometimes out of the group of things I don’t like to eat, but most of the time it just doesn’t work out. Maybe because I try it knowing that I won’t like it. Maybe I just don’t like it. Sometimes it is too bland. Rarely is it too spicy.
It also seems that the things I do like are often bad for me. Unhealthy, but it tastes oh so good. And then I crave it. But then I find out it is unavailable. Either there isn’t any around, or I find that someone else got there first. The worst is when that person has the dish I want and doesn’t seem to be happy with it.
I’m a picky eater.