More decisions, but less major ones
I have plans tomorrow night. I am either going to go to the university of the streets cafe (scroll to April 27) or to what they claim is an actual Mexican place, which serves — oddly — Mexican-style tapas. I love Mexican food, and I am not so good with the postponing, plus I am sick of matza and want to go eat treyf. The talk could be (a) really neat or (b) so frustrating I want to tear my hair out; it’s inconveniently located, so it would be difficult to return to Mexican food after, plus it would be *late*, and I would be hungry.
I am a bit tempted by both, which usually means that I have made up my mind but know I’ve made the wrong decision. I think I will see if my friend will make the decision, and then I can enjoy myself either way, because no responsibility.
It’s remarkable how much that idea can appeal. I see why it’s not really a good one, but I often wish it were.