9P. Sushitwo

Holy mother of tater tots. I'm HUNGRY.

And not the normal "man, I should get some noms" hungry. It's vicious. And it seems like only hands can satisfy me. Ok, not hands. But something very dissimilar.

I'm talking about sushi. Once again, my unhealthy obsession with rice, raw fish and seaweed is detrimental to my well-being. Remember in my "Sushi" post how I mentioned how I had a problem with going to sushi restaurants on impulses? Well, it's striking again. This will be the third time in 8 days eating sushi, and the fourth time eating seafood. I had Red Lobster yesterday. 'Twas deeelish.

I mean seriously though. Sushi is just SO amazing.

I'm a regular Van Gogh. But seriously, I could eat sushi for days and not get bored of it. And this week, it seems as if I'm not only slave to this character trait, but abused by it.

Now, the thing about sushi, is that it's expensive. Generally, you'll spend about 30 bucks on a large sushi meal at a good restaurant that won't give you fish-diseases, or in my case, Chewie indigestion (Oh look, a Star Wars reference that's not really a Star Wars reference). Luckily, there are such places known as: ALL YOU CAN EAT SUSHI BARS! Yes, that's right. All you can eat. And here's the best part. They're usually between 11 and 22 dollars total, barring you buy any alcoholic beverages. Or pineapple juice. 15 bucks for sushi?! AND I CAN EAT AS MUCH AS I WANT!?

The mere thought of this is making my stomach hate me for not being that badly drawn rendition of myself sitting in front of an equally-as-badly-drawn table covered in sushi. I assume Badly Drawn Patrick likes badly drawn sushi. Because IRL Patrick LOVES IRL sushi.

I've called all of my friends that like sushi and they're either too busy, or are coming to the bar with me later, and don't like the prospects of beer and raw fish intermingling. Looks like I'm going solo, again. I really hope this doesn't become a trend of some kind. I like being social. I really do.

Anyone want to go for sushi?