I think I may have committment issues. I really really like San Francisco, but now that I am mildly settled, I feel the need to move. I'm like the Juliette Binoche in Chocolat, except without a palette for fine chocolates and fine men who go by the name of Johnny Depp. I'm either awkward in a new situation, or bored in a stable/situated one. These are things I should take into account in designing a new career for myself...I should be aaaaa....aaa...globtrotter. I don't know.

Sesame balls are my new favorite food. I find myself buying them in Chinese eateries all over the city. My mother would tell me that I am going to have chinese oil and sesame seeds sprouting out of my forehead if I keep eating them, which is kind of the way I feel when eating cheap chinese food anyway. I'm no Hong Kong gentleman who likes to gamble, but I don't understand why Dim Sum is so universally loved. Everytime I eat it, I can feel the grease coursing through my veins and my heart beating faster to keep my body alive. And yet, I'll still be hungry at the greasy greasy end. The answer to this dilemma? More Indian food.