(Perforated Lines -- you can't resist 'em!)

 (in the drink)
 
-- Monday, April 24, 2000 --

 

2:02 a.m. I am going to make a determined effort to stop complaining and whining and otherwise bemoaning my fate. Yes, I have a big job to do and yes, I won't be seeing as much of the fluffy pillows as I would like, but really. I could have it worse.

I mean -- look at the photo. These poor poor creatures are prawns, giant beautiful prawns and they are so cute with their little gumdrop eyeballs and their magnificent drum major-sized antennae ... and they were just posing so prettily for their photo ... but guess where this tank is located?

At a sushi restaurant!

It gave me a lot to think about as I munched on my shrimp rolls and dunked my shrimp sushi into those little platelets of soy and spreckles. I know it's all a matter of when you get eaten, not whether, but still --

In addition to the tank of giant prawns at the front door, this restaurant also had a huge fish tank as the base of the sushi bar. In real life, the tank is well-lit and you can see the fish clearly. In the photo, it's sort of black with a few white blobs in it, but trust me -- what you devour and what you admire at the bar is -- fish.

But I will not linger on the fate of the fish. I am fully aware that the only thing we can control in this world are our thoughts. Can't worry about what other people think of us -- because we can't control that. Can't control the weather -- only our reaction to it.

Can't control the fishies that swim -- but I don't have to eat them. So I didn't.

Instead: miso. Nobody on the earth will disagree with miso. It's good for the environment, your hair follicles, and it probably takes stains out of the carpet. But it's soft and yielding and that's what I need in my life right now.

Soft. Mmmmm. Soft like ... a pillow?

You know what? I'm going to start complaining again in just a few minutes if I don't stop myself. It's now 3:03 in the morning and my little gumdrop eyes are burning around the edges. Thank God I don't have antennae or I, too, might know the truth about my little environment.

Tap tap tap ... hi to you on the other side of the glass ... thank you for noticing me.

(at the bar)

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Something hit your eye?

(hole o fish)

That's a moray!

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