i haven't been listening to enough music these days. i can tell, because when i do listen to something, i get happier. and i definitely notice the change in mood.
almost 5pm, and i am itching to get out of here. another week gone by! this week wasn't as productive as last week, but i do need to finish my coding by mid-next week. and i'm going to hold myself to that. it'll be hard, though. i have to do some cellification! (ick)
coding up blocks isn't so hard when you don't have to deal with error cases. truncated packets, too-short packets, ECC and parity errors... all of that just means that things get a lot harder to deal with.
life is kind of like that, too. if crazy shit never happened, life would be easy. but instead, you have mental disorders, crazy illnesses, tumultous relationships, and a whole slew of other stuff that greatly complicates things. sigh.
hm. i'm noticing that i'm ticcing less while listening to music. perhaps i should bring my iPod to work then? *ponder*
there's another speed dating event happening at the end of april in palo alto, at f&a's. the only reason why i'm sort of curious about it is because it's close by. the age range for this one is 25-35, and i'm wondering is that's a little too old for me. hm. we'll see. i need to get out there and meet more people! anyone want to go with me? :)
i have a feeling that my brother is going to go to cal. which means i'll probably rarely visit him. i mean, it's not the distance that's the problem, it's the fact that my car has stanford license plates and stickers, and i'm afraid it'll get trashed up there. *RAAR* why do cal students hate stanford so much? i don't understand.
i need to smoke less. i think once i get my project done, and i get through my current state of ticciness, i'm going to start cutting down wholeheartedly. in this week's episode of _the OC_, the cohen grandma announced that she had lung cancer from smoking. it made me sad.
maybe i'm not a meat and potatoes kind of guy anymore. we had a 2-hour lunch at this german place (hardy's bavaria in sunnyvale); i got the pork chops, with two potato pancakes topped with applesauce, and a large dollop of sauerkraut. and as much as i *think* i like sauerkraut, it's always a little disgusting after having a few forkfuls of the stuff.
i feel sick. and sleepy.
but man, my (non-vegetarian) coworkers LOVE meat. half of them got this smoked pork leg, which looked like a humungous drumstick. i got it last time; it was too "hammy" for me. but yeah. it comes complete with a knife stuck in it on top, ready for hacking away at the pork shank.
are male ladybugs also red with black dots?
i barely ate yesterday. just didn't feel like it. my meals consisted of a cup o' noodles and a bowl of cereal. i dropped to 184.2, though. man. this kind of starvation diet just can't be healthy for me.
not much planned for this weekend. i'll probably watch some of the final four, and i'm most interested in the uconn/duke game. i am tempted to go up to the city to visit hr girl, but we'll see if i feel up to driving that far.
i mainly just want to sleep. most of my conscious time is spent fighting my tics, and when i inevitably lose, i tic hard. it really bugs me.
i was surprised at _the apprentice_ last night, when troy brought his buddy kwame into the board room. (in the board room, one of the two is guaranteed to be fired.) i guess i can see how two friends can be competitive, but knowing that one of you is going to be canned? that seems kind of odd to me. too bad troy got fired... i liked him.
i remember this drama i watched about the last days of pompei, and two gladiators who were best friends had to fight each other to the death. i thought that was a horrible thing to do to your buddy, you know, KILL him. and last night's episode reminded me of the same situation.
i dread waking up in the mornings now. like today, i had to get up at 9:15, and once it hit 8:20 or so, i kept waking up every 20 minutes or so, checking the time so i knew how much sleep i had left. it's like a countdown where i'm not looking forward to when the clock hits 0.
that bagel i had this morning barely put a dent in my hunger. i'm looking forward to lunch.