greetings people. today, i had a lurker come out and write me an e-mail. it made me happy. so the rest of you people who haven't contacted me, de-lurk and bask in the happiness! :)
so after all his crazy stunts, david blaine is going to try to hold is breath underwater for NINE minutes. that's insane, jack! with my poor smoker's lungs, i can probably hold my breath for like 15 seconds, but *nine* minutes? holy shit!
anyways, after going home early yesterday, today i'm marginally better. i even played two games of basketball before i left. the problem is, though, that my upper right back hurts. it hurts to have my back up straight without support, so that's an issue that bothers me. maybe i slept on it wrong?
it's getting a lot warmer here in the bay area. i had a hard time falling asleep last night. i had to remove the top layer (the thickest layer, btw) of my blankets before i felt cool enough to get some shuteye. the morning, though, was still a bit chilly, and when i woke up, i saw that the top layer had been put back on.
i had yet another dream about k1 last night. and there was a subplot in the dream about green shoes. hm. i love green shoes. i don't know why, though. maybe i'm just trying to be different, but i've owned like five pairs of green shoes, including one pair that's in my current rotation.
so i met up with mike last night on castro for dinner. we went to ryowa, where i got a large order of fried rice. it's pretty good! it's a bit salty, but then again, i love salty foods. the thing i gotta stop doing, though, is ordering the gyoza. their gyoza sucks; it has no flavor. but anyways, i was nice catching up with mike. he's going to be underground for the next two weeks or so working, so i wish him good luck and for him to resurface sooner rather than later.
so congrats to my mavericks for sweeping the memphis grizzlies! it's the first time they've swept a team in the playoffs, so that's a good sign that they're playing well. now i'm hoping for sacramento to win so the mavs don't have to face san antonio. anyways, playoff basketball is fun to watch; the intensity is higher, and the games mean more.
so last night, when i got home early, i caught some of the montel show. they featured the tourette's guy who had brain surgery to implant electrodes in his head. after that surgery, he didn't tic at all! i was jealous of him. they showed footage of him before the surgery, and man, he had it bad. he couldn't even walk down a hallway!
apparently, his story was that he tried all sorts of meds, and they worked for a while and then stopped being effective, sort of where i'm at. and doctors said that he'd never have a chance at having a normal life (imagine him driving, there's no way he would ever be able to do that), but he kept on fighting for a cure, and thus he volunteered for this radical brain surgery.
man. tourette's sucks. it's embarrassing, and what people don't get is that the motor tics can really hurt. imagining yourself snapping your neck hundreds of times a day. the muscles, nerves, everything just gets all fucked up. sigh. i'm seeing my psych in two weeks, but the problem is, i don't know if he has any solution for me. *sobs*
anyways, that's that. i'm headed out shortly to have a beer with T, my ex-coworker who was my smoking buddy. he's back in the states for a week. bye!