I got a splinter yesterday for the first time in years. Those things are so annoying. The more you try to get it out, the more it hurts. But you just can't let it stay.

So I was thinking today about how different eating out in southern CA is than in my home town. I was so limited there. We had two chinese restaurants (when they were both open that is), one "real" mexican restaurant (if you consider any mexican food cooked without cilantro to be real), a Wendy's, KFC, McDonald's, Hardee's (that's ghetto Carl's Jr to you non-southern people), a Subway, and a Burger King. And a place that served chicken fingers (which was very good). That was it. Wanna go out to eat? Well, there are your options.

Here in Southern CA it's a bit different. Without too much effort you could eat at a different restaurant every time you go out. And I realized this: the more options you have, the pickier you get. It only took one trip home to make me realize that. And it only gets worse. At this point I'm so picky about ice cream that even Baskin Robbins is falling short. This could get expensive.