hello! how's it going darling pups?
sometimes i think that i overestimate my friendship with other people. i find myself being the one who initiates contact, whether it be a phone call or an AIM chat request. hm. maybe i think i'm better friends with these people than i really am. and that bums me out.
i played basketball today. i was really tired after a few games, so i left early. my goal next time is to stick around until all the games are played; i just have to will myself to continue. that way, i'll get more exercise, which my body badly needs.
so after suffering a few 50-degree nights at my place, last night i finally broke down and turned on the heater. the problem was, the thermostat worked, but the heater didn't. maybe the pilot light's out? *shrug* anyways, my rental agent is looking into it, and hopefully i'll have some heat tonight. *shiver*
since i played basketball and got back late, i skipped lunch today. i'm not really hungry right now, but i set up dinner with adam to get wet burritos. yum. the last few times i've been to los charros, i've gotten the smaller quesadilla instead, but this time, i'm going all out and ordering a super wet carnitas burrito. *smacks his lips* i can't wait!
i see my psych tomorrow. i don't know what to say to him; i'm still ticcing a lot, but the good news is that i haven't had a prolonged panic attack (except for this past thanksgiving day) since i've started on the seroquel at night. but i'm still getting those backaches, so i need to ask him if this is a possible side effect of the medication. damn side effects... *puke*
i had another anxiety dream this morning. i dreamt that i had a final exam to take, but i hadn't done the reading for it. i wonder what causes these dreams; normally i'm not an anxiety-laden person when i'm awake. but anyways, it kind of sucked. the other common dream i have is that i'm about to graduate, but i realize that i don't have enough units (somehow i must have miscounted) to graduate.
sometimes i wonder how impressive i would be if i were buff. 6 feet tall with impressive pects, cannons for arms, and a washboard abs. then again, i'm too fucking lazy to work out (lifting weights seems to be a form of self-torture), so i don't think it'll ever happen. but still... i think that knowing i was buff would give me a lot more confidence. but oh well, i'm just going to live with my poodge for a stomach and a general lack of muscular mass.
yup. ok, ttyl!