*phew* i'm done coding for the day. it took about 3.5 hours to code and verify, and that's the hardest i've worked (i.e. be engaged in serious thought) in a while.
anyways... the guys at work want to throw me a going-away lunch. i'm sort of against it. i know it's a nice gesture, but i just feel a bit guilty for leaving. it's sort of like breaking up with a girl, like i gave up on the relationship or something. :(
damn, my right shoulder hurts from my tics. i am considering getting acupuncture, even though i am deathly afraid of needles. *shiver* yes, i know acupuncture isn't supposed to hurt, but still... the thought of it makes me cringe.
what's on tv on a wednesday?
you know what restaurant i wish they had in the bay area? long john silver's! that deep-fried breading is so fucking good. i was reminded of ljs when i was watching tbs (which i guess is based in atlanta or something?), and they had a commercial for the place.
alan's coming home tonight! that's the good news. the bad news is that i'll be in bed when he finally gets home from SFO, and he and ting leave tomorrow for denver for a wedding. sigh. i miss my roomie!
i'm sort of ancy about meeting the potential spain/italy travellers on saturday. they all seem to know each other, and i'll definitely be the odd person out. if the chemistry is bad, then i might have to bail on the trip. :( i wonder if i should tell them straight i have TS so they don't freak out when i tic.
what was the nationality of long duc dong? it sounds chinese to me, but yesterday, they were playing the song "turning japanese" and saying it was in homage to the dude. *ponder*
sigh. in the middle of coding hell right now. the project lead dropped this bomb on monday. *RAAR* he jokes that he is on my black list, but... hrmph.
i am starting to really enjoy _outback jack_, this silly reality dating show that features an australian guy and a bunch of prissy city girls. i mean, it's a BAD show, but it just makes me laugh. the girl he eliminated last night had really ODD-looking boobs. i mean, the separation (cleavage) was just too wide; oddly enough, they looked like aboriginal boobs, you know, the ones you see in national geographic.
so i got my massage yesterday (not to mention a haircut and a garlic burrito). triple whammy of goodness! the weird thing about massages is that i don't tic. not a single one. i don't know what it is, maybe it's the fact that i'm lying down comfortable, or that i'm actively being relaxed and rubbed in good ways, but my brain has no desire or need to tic. and that's a wonderful thing.
of course, today, i'm back to my ticcy self, and life sucks all over again.
we had indian food at the company today. they were celebrating some important milestones, so they ordered food in for a free lunch. despite only eating a little bit, i got some mild food coma afterwards.
which reminds me... who out there gets sex comas? you know, after sex, you feel all sleepy and stuff? i used to get that all the time; in the early days of having sex frequently, there was one time where she and i stayed in bed until 5pm. you know, we would romp, then sleep, then wake up and romp again, etc. those were the days. hehe.
good times.
man, so i'm stressed about this work i have to finish up. i've allotted today for one of the code changes, and tomorrow for another code fix i have to do. and that leaves friday for packing up my cube and taking care of some final things before i leave. rush rush!