i wrote a lil somethin' on my treo while i was there:

having a sapporo and waiting to kick my sicky sinuses with lethal doses of wasabi. it's hard for me to be here by myself. why is this so difficult? i feel like crying. is it the woman next to me at the sushi bar who will not fucking shut up and keeps wanting to touch my "yummy sweater that looks so warm and soft"? i don't think so. i was actually shakey leaving my house and driving over here. now here i am looking around the room at everyone laughing and chatting and wondering if i look as pathetic as i feel. i'll be glad when the food comes.

alright, that seems so heartbreaking, i know....but never you fret! it all panned out fine. i enjoyed my dirty harry and my salmon nigiri and the wasabi helped the river flow. i left masa feeling full, relaxed and perfectly able to breathe through both nostrils and i enjoyed myself so much i just might put out!