so! wednesday is almost over, and i'm certainly glad about that. the problem with today, though, is that i've been clockwatching since 3pm. that's a long time to be doing that.
what good tv is there on wednesdays? i know there's _smallville_, but i'm still not interested in that show; all i care about is how lex luther and clark kent become enemies, but i heard recently that they're still friends on the show. so bah humbug.
i don't like cake. (except for ice cream cake, and no chocolate!) my birthday this year falls on thanksgiving day, and i'll be home in dallas then. i need to tell my parents not to get cake, especially chinese cake, because i simpl don't like it. i'm more of a pie person, methinks.
my poor brother got in a car accident out in LA. i hope he has time to handle the insurance claim and the repairs and all that. it's such a hassle doing that shit.
anyways, i'm itching to go home and just chill out. what this company needs is on-site massages! man, i'd get those every day! i don't know what it is about massages that feels so good... maybe i'm touch-starved or something, but they're just abso-smurfly heavenly!
i am starting to think that this whole chiropractic neurology thing is a crock of bullshit. i've been doing these silly exercises for a few months now, and my tics are just as bad! i know, i should give it some more time, but still, i just don't believe that things as trivial as eye exercises and rotating in a chair can fix my brain.
speaking of medical updates, i went to the dentist this morning for my 6-month cleanup. they tell me i should start flossing (as they do every time i go in). and they've moved me up to 4-month checkups! *RAAR* i mean, it's better now, since they don't use that metal hook thing as much anymore, and instead, they use the ultrasonic water tool. but still, it hurts, and i hate going to the dentist. the good news: at least i don't have any cavities. *shiver*
i think i've distanced myself from all things enjoyable. or maybe, i've just lost interest. take basketball for example. i simply don't like playing anymore. maybe it's because i suck, but still, there was a time when i used to *like* playing. but now? i just go because i feel guilty otherwise, i.e. guilty for not getting exercise.
and other things, too. i don't enjoy my lounge music anymore, and in fact, i don't listen to music at all when i'm at home. and friends? man, i haven't seen the bowling gang in over a month, and i've neglected calling some other friends as well. i guess i'm just fading away from this world or something, which is a bad sign.
sigh.
i need a kick-start. somebody needs to smack me back into having fun again.
who knew that tourette's could cause somebody to be an antisocial recluse?