*phew* had i not read cindy's xanga this afternoon, i wouldn't have known that erasure was coming to town *this* weekend! *swoon* i quickly consulted the yujster about it, and the next thing i knew, i had ordered two ($42 each) tickets to the show. *huzzah*
i love erasure. although, i must admit, their latest stuff has not been very good at all, starting from their _loveboat_ album. but they put on a fantastic show (i've seen them twice), and i am pretty upbeat about really enjoying the gig they put on this saturday. yay!
(fyi, tix are still available for the saturday show on ticketweb.com)
man, i am such a wimp. my arms, back and legs are all sort from helping alan and ting move. i mean, it was only a few measly boxes and two heavy tv's and stuff, why am i feeling so tired and achy? sheesh.
looking back at yesterday, i am really in a funk. i woke up at 12:30 and went to bed a mere SEVEN hours later. what a waste of a day. sigh. i feel sort of guilty about wasting my precious free time, but honestly, i just didn't feel like doing anything. hm. maybe i'm depressed (clinically) again.
i need to find some more single friends. at alan's birthday dinner, everyone was matched up with someone else, except me. so i was like the 9th wheel or something. *RAAR* i mean, i shouldn't be worried about it, but it just felt a little weird, not having a girl by my side.
i still haven't made plans to see _star wars III_ yet. i wonder if tickets are sold out for all of the first few days of the showing. for episodes I and II, i stayed up and watched the opening day midnight showings, but man, that really hurt the next day. plus, i'm not in the mood to wait like 7 hours outside, either. so i hope to catch it during work, maybe? hm. gotta ask around.
i haven't taken a dump in 4 days. i'm worried. what's alarming is that i don't even feel like i need to, so it's a deceptive form of constipation.
ok, i'm going to have a cigarette now and see if i can induce a #2 toilet run.
i didn't do much this weekend, except for saturday, when the day was all about my friend alan.
i went to bed early on friday night, and alan woke me up with a phone call around 10:30am on saturday. he needed help with moving the tv, as he had two monstrosities of televisions to pack up in the truck he rented. so i drove over, and spent the next few hours helping him load and unload all of his (and ting's) shit.
it was sort of a hot day, and i just wasn't used to doing strenuous physical activity, so i sort of pooped out. i mean, my legs were shaking, i was getting head rushes, and i was sorely dehydrated. it was pretty pathetic.
afterwards, i left after we were done un-moving, so i drove to mountain view and had a bowl of pho by myself. and then i picked up alan's birthday cake.
his birthday dinner was at tarboosh in redwood city, this mediterranean restaurant. the food was only so-so; i found that my bbq'ed meats were a bit overcooked and dry, and i didn't get a chance to order their baklava. they kicked us out of the restaurant at 9:30, so we went and sat outside and ordered a hookah to smoke. (we got the "double apple" flavor)
we wound up sitting out there until 11pm, talking and smoking. it was a pleasant night to just hang out.
that night, though, i couldn't fall asleep until 3am or so. yuck.
on sunday, i did absolutely nothing. i got my usual weekend lunch of jamba juice (banana berry with vita boost) and a big mac, and just watched basketball and took naps. i was in bed by 7:30pm. sad, i know.