ok, so my heartburn is gone. just had a small slice of pecan pie. yums!
friday is slowly winding down here at the office. it feels good. we just had an ice cream social to celebrate some milestones that we've reached. *huzzah*
i still haven't signed up for the speed dating round in less than two weeks. problem #1 is the fact that i'm still very ticcy, and i don't want to freak anybody out. problem #2 is more of an annoyance: it's on a wednesday night! yes, i can tape _the OC_, but who the hell holds a speed dating round on a wednesday night? sheesh. i'd rather have it on the weekend when i can rest up and get perky.
i've taken three dumps today already. it worries me because i thought i had trained myself to do one main dump a day, the first thing in the morning. this "training" happened last march, when i was in boston, and we were walking around downtown when i suddenly had the runs. it scarred me so much that i decided i'd get my dumps over with in the morning and not have to worry about it the rest of the day.
so what happens when you're on a ski slope, and you have to take a shit? that's probably one of my logistical nightmares. ick. (luckily for me, though, i've given up skiing, so i won't have to face this dilemma.)
ho hum.
*twiddles his thumbs*
i think it's time to go home.
toodles!
well, i'm paying for it now.
i went nuts at the mongolian bbq place, and i had two bowls, complete with tons of garlic, chili sauce, and chili oil. and now, i have a supreme case of heartburn. not to mention the food coma.
but damn, it was good while it lasted though.
let's see here... oh, i was thinking how sometimes sex (i.e. having it too much) can mask the weaknesses of a relationship. like, sex can be a fake bond between two people, and if they have it a lot, they keep thinking, "oh, i must be really close to this person because i have all this great sex," but in reality, there isn't much else holding the relationship together.
i think i've been in that phase before. and i got this e-mail from a reader mentioning loneliness while in a relationship, and not really connecting with the other person, and it made me think of this topic. *shrug* i'm not putting down sex (it's a great thing!), but i just wanted to briefly mention that it's can sometimes be a bandaid that covers up deeper problems.
i mean, have you ever been in a fight, and before completely resolving it, you have sex, and afterwards, in post-coital bliss, the issue just disappears? that's what i'm talking about. yup.
thank fucking goodness it's friday! woo-hoo!
i spoke too soon about not indulging in my #3 craving: a garlic burrito. last night, after i got my haircut, i stopped by bueno bueno and got the charro with bbq pork. the meat was so-so, but damn, the burrito as a whole was really really good. a little too much food, but still stupendous! and no pukage, either!
so i KNEW it! the #1 friends episode once again dealt with ross and rachel. their whole story of unrequited love is so much more compelling than the other love story in the series, i.e. chandler and that annoying monica.
these days, i really treasure my weekends. it's not that i do anything all that special, but i am much more aware of the juxtaposition of my work week and the weekend. it's like my stress level drops a whole 10 notches once i leave the office and know that i have 2.5 days to recuperate. sigh.
i just wish my tics didn't rule me this way. it's bringing back really bleak memories of a few years ago, the last time that i had it this bad. but in between, when my tourette's was under control, it was like i was *normal* again. and that felt so good to know/believe that. but now... it's like i'm back to square one. and that depresses me.
*RAAR*
aside from that, i have no real plans for the weekend. i'm kind of missing march madness already, because for the last few weeks, i've at least been guaranteed some good basketball games on tv. hm.
we'll see.