Last night's dinner with P and RS wound up being one serving of tamago at Aoba Sushi, since I was too hungry to wait for P to get out of class and wound up chowing down at Applebee's about a block away. It probably did my waistline no good, but we'll see; I wasn't excessive in my eating.
Ian Banks' The Player of Games was probably not the right book for me right now. Nothing wrong with the book (quite the contrary!) but I probably would've enjoyed it more if I'd been in a better mood. More details when I'm in a less scattered state of mind.