You know what's really wonderful? I can eat a lot of rice, a whole big plate full and it doesn't make me sick. It just slides past my gastric band into my stomach, so I feel really full like a regular person does and that is so satisfying. Tonight I made Indonesian rice with peanut sauce and it was very good and it went down without a hitch. That's good, because I still haven't gone grocery shopping yet and that's all there was left to eat in the apartment. The Überhund also liked it very much.
Do you know what really stinks? Someone, a woman, asked me to go out on a Friday night with her to a café and have drinks and see if we could pick up any guys and I know that I really don't want to go. I don't want to pick up guys or be rejected by guys, I don't want to do any of it. I also don't want to get drunk or the least bit tipsy and I don't want to stand there like a piece of meat for sale. I know this woman is looking for a boyfriend always, so that would be the express purpose of going. I have never liked doing this and I never will.
So, I guess I'm not going, huh?
Oh shit, there goes that mood again. I have to talk myself out of it. Sorry, I have to cut this short and take care of myself, I'll go for a walk with the dog.