somebody stop me. i've just finished my second bag of peach gummy rings. i'm awaiting the dreaded sugar rush and the head-wracking low that will follow. *shiver*
i thought last night's _alias_ was better than average. something big is looming over these characters, i.e. sloane and jack bristow have something evil (perhaps) brewing about. should be good, the next few weeks.
i've been sleeping very well recently. i don't wake up as often, and in the mornings, the light doesn't affect me as much. i pretty much sleep straight until the alarm clock goes off, and that's a first for me in a few months. yay!
i have this weird zit thing on my right cheek. so yesterday, i went into the bathroom in front of a mirror, and squeezed the hell out of it. i felt this little crunching thing, and suddenly several microdrops of blood exploded out and onto the mirror. very satisfying stuff!
i got a ton of hits today from people searching for "thug grilled tuna sandwich." i really don't get it. i mean, what's the context of this phrase? where does the "thug" come from? i don't get it, but seriously, people all over the place are looking for this. very strange phrase indeed.
you know what tv show i miss? _ally mcbeal_. i miss the relationship themes and the goofiness of john cage. it seems david e. kelley isn't doing so well these days; what shows of his are still on the air? a few years ago, he tried _girls club_, which i dug because it featured chyler leigh in HOT glasses, but the ratings were terrible, and they pulled the plug.
i'm not so enthused with basketball these days. yes, i fulfilled my promise to myself and started playing this week, but it just hasn't been fun. hm. i am a lazy wuss, and i hate doing chores. and right now, bball seems like a chore to me. but i guess i need the exercise, so i should keep on playing.
i crave mongolian bbq. i go crazy with the garlic and the hot sauce when i'm there (i eat at su's), and it's just so fucking TASTY.
i'm trying to trace back when i started ending my nights at around 8pm, and i think it's either 1) when my tics got bad or 2) alan and ting moved out. i know, it's pretty pathetic to get ready for bed at 8, but i just don't have anything to do, and besides, i feel better (less ticcy) when i'm lying down.
aw hell, i just had an endianness argument with my coworkers. it seems like i've been doing everything backwards. *RAAR*
ok, gotta go. work awaits.