ah, friday. i'm thinking about jetting soon, so i'll keep this brief.
so far, only tentative plans for the weekend exist, but i RESOLVE to be more social the next two days!
the thing about having my tics is that i get really antisocial. i don't want people so see me in all my tourettic glory, so i just sequester myself at home most of the time. basically, being out (or rather, being alive) stresses me out sometimes, so the best medicine for that is lounging around in bed or on the couch.
but then again, seeing people makes me happy, and sometimes (in rare cases), i forget about my TS. those times are good, and i want to experience that again.
last night's _OC_ disappointed me. everybody's just in an ugly situation, and like seth cohen said, it feels like a lonely place for many of the main characters. and i'm not impressed with the new girl; she looks like lindsay lohan's cousin or something.
oh, and before i forget, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAROL!! for six days a year, we're the same age (28 now), and all is well in the universe. hehe.
the prospect of turning 29 (which i do so next thursday, thanksgiving day) is upon me. i feel a bit ambivalent; after all, i know i'm pushing the age boundary, but still, i'm in my 20's, so i don't feel *too* old.
ah well. age is just a state of mind, right? i actually feel older (despite being single and now owning a home) because work has stressed me out; i feel frazzled, weary, tired, and just generally burnt out. so in that respect, i'm much older than my age indicates.
anxiety over my tics is coming back. *RAAR* my neck is really tired, and staying upright requires that part of my body to support the weight of my head, which feels damn heavy sometimes. sigh.
i hate friday mornings. why? because the leafblowers come and make a raucous smattering of noise outside my window. can't sleep! this morning, they started at 8am, which is totally frustrating. and what do they do? they simply relocate the fallen leaves to another location; hm, seems like a silly thing to me. i'd rather they *vacuum* the leaves instead of my blowing them around into a big pile.
ok, i'm tired of writing. i'm out.