Lent

The last few years, I'd given up watermelon, which everyone said was pretty lame, and everyone was right. This year is much tougher. I'm giving up eating out.

Jeez, not that kind of eating out. You people disgust me. Get your heads out of the gutter!

No, I'm talking about the restaurant kind. Granted, I'm tossing in a few exceptions. Like on Fridays, I'm allowing the eating lunch at Indian buffet, since they're really good with the non-meat-having dishes, and I haven't gotten the cooking of fish and vegetables and what not quite worked out yet. And this weekend, I'm going to Texas, where I won't have a kitchen to prepare stuff in. And if someone else pays, I'll allow that.

Still, it's a big sacrifice. I've been eating at home a lot more lately, but there are some days when I don't have any leftovers and the idea of going to the Hoosier grocery store around the corner and cooking sounds downright miserable.

But not nearly as miserable as getting crucified. I hear that's a real pain.