thursday march 4

today i went to a nice restaurant for my roommate's birthday. when the entrees arrived, i was faced with the predicament of which hand to eat with: if i chose my right, i'd be able to hold the fork like a polite, civilized person, but my limited range of motion in the right arm would make the dish-to-mouth movement look like i was mentally challenged. if i chose my left, that motion to the mouth was smoother, but my lack of lefty coordination meant holding the fork like a caveman. i tried both ways a little, feeling in either case like a child that you can't take out anywhere.