Childhood vs. Adulthood, Explained
Last night Jeff and I went to a very nice sushi/Japanese seafood buffet, where I ate rather more than I should've in one meal. Then, I spent the rest of the evening hearing strange noises. Maybe it was the sound of my digestive system struggling to process a larger payload than usual -- or maybe it was the child I used to be screaming at my adult self from across the gulf of years: "You had the chance to eat chocolate mousse, chocolate cake, chocolate cream puffs and chocolate dessert crepes ... and you gave all that up to eat raw fish? What the hell is wrong with you!!??"