Flaming Shlong.

Feeling quiet right now. Meant to write about last night, but I’m feeling not in the mood. Guess a small blurb will do.

Liz’s birthday yesterday. Went to a hibatchi. I ordered filet mignon. It was expensive, but “only” four dollars more expensive than chicken. Completely worth it. I don’t eat much that’s offered. Miso soup is disgusting, as are those ginger dressing salads. And I’ll pass on the vegetables. But I’ll completely wolf down the egg/rice mixture and whatever meat is served. The filet mignon was absolutely fantastic.

Otherwise, I felt kind of quiet and out of place. You’d think social awkwardness would get easier as you get older, but it doesn’t. It gets harder as you have a tendency to overthink things. Sometimes silence can be just fine. Other times I think, “Was I supposed to say something? Did I miss my opportunity?” Or am I just not relating to them anymore?

After all, I certainly have no problem socializing at work. So I know I’m not completely incompetent. I just find it funny how I have to “remind” myself to socialize with people, even my own girlfriend. If I don’t remind myself, I end up turtling, withdrawing and being kind of a hermit. Of course, regardless of my own personal compulsions, I always feel better after a bout of socialization.

Weird how I always start out my days off feeling so meh. Always started by laying in bed, feeling uncomfortable but not wanting to get out of bed. Feeling hungry but not wanting to eat. Feeling restless but not sure of what to do. Just a pattern I’ve noticed.

My latent plan was to go to the gym, hit up the library afterwards, and then play Twilight Princess. May even finish the game this time around. I suppose I can get started by just eating and picking something fun to do. You know, as opposed to depressingly staring at a wall or my LCD, waiting for something to happen.

I’m so weird.