souless riceballs

So. Tomorrow is the "kimono paati" (kimono party, if you couldn't understand my accent =P). Coincidentally, it's also girl's day. So I get to dress up in a full-on kimono on girl's day. How exciting?... I guess. The kimono paati is more like a social event than anything, I'm assuming. Dress up/potluck? For some reason, I decided to volunteer to make nishime. And now I'd like the reader to take note that I did not say "buy", I said "make". Yes, you heard me right. Make.

My "inner me" is yelling at me as I sit down, legs exhausted after almost two whole hours of standing, cutting, preparing, and scavanging for clean bowls and it's finally on simmer. It's really funny how while I was writing, I had jumped up to the sound of the stove making a funny noise. So much for continuous writing, huh?

My, what possessed me to put myself through this torture? I honestly have no clue. I could have taken it the easy peasy way out and bought something like everyone else. I would have made onigiri but someone else in my group said they'd do that. And you know what ticks me off? He realized after he signed up that his rice cooker was broken (He said the rice turned out like watery pudding.) and that he was going to go buy some. I thought to myself, "You don't buy musubi, you make it! Buying some would defeat the purpose of having musubi!" To me, I think it just takes away the goodness of it. There's no soooooul! Heh.

So anyway, enough about that. I think the lack of sleep this week is getting to me. Actually, I think I already lost it sometime on Wednesday. I'm beat; eyes burning, muscles sore, (although that might have more to do with my weight room visits) and I think I feel a slight cold coming. But then again, knowing me, I'm probably just being paranoid like always. I'm such a germ freak. I don't like the feel of dirt, oil, or any sort of impurity on my hand or actually anywhere on my body. I also hate the feeling of chewing fat on steaks or even seeing the fat on raw meat. So it was torture for me when I had to cut the chicken today for the nishime. It's just ewww! It was so oily and squishy that I almost felt sick after handling it for 20 minutes.

Oh crap. I just remembered about the pot still on the stove. I better go check on it now...