so i'm back at work today. i still feel like shit, but i'm trying my best.
i'm just not myself these days. where is the silly crazy wacky dardy of old? *rummages around, looking for him* sigh. nowhere to be seen.
but yeah, yesterday was a bad time for me. i was sitting in my cube, crading my head in my arms, unable to think straight. i guess i had a panic attack or something. so i had to go home. it was amazing, though, because the moment i walked down the staircase towards the exit, i felt better. i guess being here at work stresses me out, huh?
but way to go red sox! they're the first MLB team to force a game seven after being down 0-3. i just hope they have enough gas tonight to pull the series off. GO RED SOX! *cheer* *huzzah*
it's sort of weird, though, because i normally HATE baseball. but something about the playoffs and these two storied teams make it interesting to watch. i guess i can get wrapped up in the drama of it all even if i wasn't previous interested.
when i take cigarette breaks at work, i usually go downstairs into the parking lot and sit on these steps. and i spit my saliva onto this certain spot, so much so that it's turned into one huge loogie area. and i also ash my cigarette (sometimes) in the spit, so it forms a dark crust.
well, anyways, the only reason why i'm bringing this nasty stuff up is because the rain has washed most of it away! so i guess i'm back to square one. hehe. it took me a few months to get the spot all nice and crusty, and now i can start over again.
i forgot to put on my watch today. my right wrist feel horribly naked, and i don't like the fact that i can't tell time. true, there's a clock in my car and a clock on my computer screen, but the times when i'm driving or working in my cube, i'm clueless as to what time it is! i don't like that feeling.
i get frustrated when i write e-mails to people and they don't write back. *RAAR*
i need a haircut. usually after i get it cut at supercuts in palo alto (i've been doing there for 12 years!), i stop by bueno bueno (because it's in the neighborhood) and get a garlic-laden burrito. i wonder if today's the day to do it; i'm not particularly hungry, and those burritos are fucking HUGE!
then again, i haven't been keeping my hair in good shape. in the mornings, i just get out of bed, afro and all, put on my clothes, take my medication, pee, adn leave. i don't really care what i look like (which illicits some sarcastic responses from my roommates), so i just wind up looking like a hair-slob.
so last week, my tics got a bit better. this week, they're HORRIBLE. sigh.
can any of you guys out there perform autofellatio? how does it feel? i'd wager that it wouldn't feel too good because 1) you're upside down and 2) you anticipate the feeling, like it is when you try to tickle yourself.
ok, back to work.