it seems i am now known at work as "the guy with eczema on his face." *RAAR* at least i can make a snide remark about how work is stressing me out, and make people feel guilty that i am being worked this hard. heh.
i think speed dating can be made better if people were provided pictures of each other during the decision process. that way, the participant can actually remember what the prospect actually looks like instead of having to sift through a faulty memory bank of 20+ faces. (clearly, being buzzed during the first half didn't do me any good.)
anyways, i must reiterate: mondays suck. i have no thing to look forward on these dreaded days except for work and tedious _time_ reading. i'm seriously starting to rethink my strategy of reading every single article... it's not helping me gain a worldy set of knowledge, because everything i read that i find boring just goes in my eyes and out my brain. i have no recollection!
during my talk with mallory, i realized that i don't really miss having a relationship. and this seems very different than some of my other guy friends, who don't seem to handle singlehood very well; they get lonely, bored, depressed, sad, etc. me? i just miss boobs and munching on a nice ass.
there was a moment at her place where she leaned over (we were on different couches) and gave me this nice smile. i felt this urge to get up and kiss her. too bad she's married, though.
i'm still thinking about bugging the baare organizers about the hostess girl again. especially now that i've met one of my matches, and the other won't write back.
WHERE IS MY 1-LADEN BINARY GIRL???
wow, this xanax is kicking my ass. i got prescribed it as a muscle/anxiety relaxant last week, and holy shit, i'm falling asleep left and right. hm.
plus, i don't think it's working either. my tics are still ruling me.
i feel my resolve against eating beef getting weaker. today, i *almost* got the yoshinoya beef/chicken bowl. almost. and, lately, when i've been hungry, a big mac has sounded like a little morsel of heaven.
mondays suck. i'm already looking to the weekend. on saturday, we're going to play 18 holes of golf at the shoreline links. (what are links, anyway?) which is going to be a complete fiasco, because we four haven't played golf in like, two years. hey, at least we'll have golf carts to chase down our errant shots. and alan wants to bring beer; i fear massive dehydration headaches.
alcohol and sun just don't mix. one time, during a stanford football game, i was pounding tequila during a tailgate. the gist was, i was drunk by the time the game started, and by halftime, after baking in the sun for over an hour, i had a hangover. luckily i didn't puke in the stands, but man, i felt like shit.
ok, i've got some work to do. be back later!
friday night, i headed up to millbrae to have dinner with mallory. we went to our usual pho place, and once again avoiding beef, i ordered the wonton egg noodle soup. it was nasty and bland. we ended up talking until 10.
saturday, i hung out with peter. i watched him purchase an entire margarita set (tequila, mix, blender, glasses), and i got alan's birthday present (nothing special) at the stanford mall.
i took a nap, and then headed over to paul's birthday dinner at this italian restaurant in downtown sunnyvale. i was a group of 12 of us, and afterwards, we hung out at e-tea cafe in mountain view.
sunday, i woke up at 1pm. i watched last week's _alias_ (where is this show going?), watched the lakers lose to teh spurs, and then met up with speed dating girl #2 at fantasia in milipitas. after that, i got ready for dinner with the bloggers: chester, cindy and chris, adam and rae, and eric at dasaprakash.
personally, i thought the food was so-so... i guess i need meat in my indian meals, as dasaprakash was an all-vegetarian place. we then hung about at cindy's house for a bit before i went home for my usually sportscenter sleep routine.
tics weren't good, making me very quiet at dinner. sigh. but it's may now, a new month, and hoping i'll make some headway with some progress in my little springtime tourette's hell. we'll see.