Taking one's self out to dinner every once in awhile seems like one of those things adults can just do. I thought about going to the little diner on the corner, but I figured Japanese (next door to the diner) might feel a little better in the tummy. A little chicken donburi, some miso, green tea and salad (and a good book)... pretty much perfect.
Being an adult is pretty okay. I don't have kids (yet), I'm not a dirt-poor student. Sometimes it's pretty fun to just decide to do something and do it.