so i was sorely disappointed by the return of anna stern (samaire armstrong) to the OC. her face was emaciated (come on, i like CHEEKS on girls!), and her hair was long. gone was her allure. sigh. oh well. i really wanted to be attracted to her again (since i LOVED her in season one), but it just didn't happen.
so it's friday! i wrote a test, and found an issue, and now it's all good. at least, it ran and didn't hang. i don't have the c-model to compare the results, so i think there will be some work there when the c-model is finished.
i haven't taken a dump today. granted, i only had lunch and some ice cream, but at least that should produce some turds, right? hm. i wonder if i'll have to take a massive dump this weekend and wind up clogging the toilet. i hope not.
anyways, i'm trying to organize dinner plans for tonight. i first checked with alan and ting, but they might do a date night sort of thing. no need for me to be the third wheel! hehe. it's hard, though, because all of my college friends are hooked up, so i'm always the odd man out. it doesn't make me pine for a girlfriend, but i just feel left out sometimes. like, all of their ski trips and what not have been with couples. stuff like that, you know?
i am a slob. during the company lunch today (indian food), i spilled this heap of curry rice right into my lap. so now, my jeans are soiled, and my t-shirt has all these stains on it. not to mention gatorade dots (red gatorade) on my shirt. i don't understand how i spill gatorade on myself. i make sure i drink it very carefully, yet from time to time, i find these red dots here and there on my chest. what gives?
i hate cubicle life. i swear, hundreds of years from now, they're going to dig up the remains of these offices, and conclude that we humans of this century were subject to torture, i.e. confining ourselves in small little rectangular pens. there's got to be a better way to work. i swear, cubicle life sucks the very soul out of my body.
man, my tics are violent these days. i just cut my finger on my watch during a tic. and the other day, my tics caused me to knock over a glass of water at pizza chicago. it's kind of embarrassing. my meds just aren't cutting it, and i've tried just about every antipsychotic medication out there. sigh. tourette's really sucks.
i miss prolonged naked time. my kitchen has a window with no blinds, so i am hesitant about walking about the house without my clothes on. especially now, since my landlady told me she hired a gardener to do the backyard. i have no idea when he's going to come, so i don't want to be caught naked! i guess i could do it at night then. *shrugs* i just miss knowing that i could be free of clothing and not get caught. back at leghorn, i even smoked outside on my balcony naked. those were good times. :)
ok, i don't have much to say anymore. have a good weekend, folks!