for lunch, i had su's mongolian bbq, which i haven't had in a while. my recollection of this place was more positive than the reality, though. my last visit here must have been last summer, and i imagined the food to be more glorious than it really was. oh well. but i did have two bowls (that's four bowls of ingredients), and i got a nice food coma afterwards.
for whatever reason, sleep was really really GOOD last night. i think what made it so good was that my blankets were nice and cold by the time i tried starting to fall asleep; usually, i watch television underneath my covers, so they're all hot and stuff from my body contact by the time i really want to sleep.
i love sleeping naked. i mean, i can fall asleep just fine wearing boxers and maybe (just maybe) a light sleeveless top, but i just don't understand how people can go to bed wearing a full body set of pajamas. that's excessive clothing, and i would never wear that stuff.
so i tried watching _the office_ last night. i have to admit, i laughed (or more like chuckled) a few times, but i dunno. i mean, i get the humor and all that, but it just wasn't super-compelling. *shrug* i might still watch it (to fill up my 9:30-10pm spot) to pass time, but it's not a show that i would actually look forward to watching.
i got a phone call today while i was standing in front of the urinal taking a piss. i would have answered it (while one-handing my penis) had my boss not been at the urinal right next to me. i've gotten phone calls while sitting on the toilet (which i always try to answer), but this is the first time it ever happened in front of a urinal. i guess it's a little sketchy, because if you drop the phone, it would land in the urine-water mix.
i will always remember this saying as a mnemonic for mixing acid and water:
do what you oughta
add the acid to the water
apparently, if you do it the other way around, the mixture might explode. now, can somebody tell me why adding a drop of water into a vat of strong acid would do that? i don't understand.
while driving back from my chiropractor's office, i had a sudden bout of mortality fear. you know, being afraid of death and dying and all that. i guess i was thinking about terry schiavo and how her husband is starving her to death, and the idea of not living anymore crept into my head. i admit, i'm petrified of not living, not that there should be anything to fear if all it is is perpetual unconscious darkness. i guess i love life too much, or something like that.
ok, i better stop before i totally freak out.