whoops. remember when i said that with this diarrhea, farts are dangerous? well, i was right. this morning, when i got dressed, i farted. and some "stuff" came out. it was just a small amount of stuff, and it made a little skidmark on my boxers. so i took off my pants and boxers, examined it, and wiped off the excess stuff. (of course, i smelled it, and it was rank.) i changed boxers, and then went to work. sigh. it was my first accident in years. the last one was huge, though, i shit all over my boxers and jeans, and i had to drive home immediately and change.
tonight, i'm meeting up with yuji at our usual place (maruichi on castro), and i'm treating him because it's his birthday on thursday. as usual, i'll get the lowdown on his take on the state of stanford basketball, as he is even a greater fan than i am, if you can believe that. it'll be good to catch up with him.
i can't wait for thursday to end. i'm leaded to LA on friday morning for geoff's wedding. i'm not quite sure what we're going to down with all the downtime we have, but i'm looking forward to hanging out with the bowling gang for a few days. i think we're going to check out the getty museum on friday, but aside from that, i'm not sure what our plans are.
i had a dream about k1 last night. it's so odd that i still dream about her; our relationship ended almost 15 years ago. anyways, in the dream, we were still going out, and we were in college taking courses in japan. it was really nice, from what i remember, and i was really happy. sigh. i still feel guilty about the way i treated her after we broke up. i'm the reason why didn't enjoy her college years, and i find that to be heartbreaking. i feel sad whenever anyone says that they don't think that college are some of the best years of their lives.
i've become a sensitive to wind lately. when i go out for a smoke, i usually put my hood on. it's not that cold, but i just don't like wind blowing through my head. people have given me some weird looks when they walk by, because the weather of late has been rather mild, and it doesn't warrant hood-wearing.
leeya mentioned the other day the men shouldn't wear polka dots. i responded by promptly lifting up my shirts and showing her that i was wearing polka-dotted boxer shorts. ha! i actually have two pairs of boxers with that pattern, but unfortunately, both of them are on the fritz. one of them has a huge tear in the ass, and the other's waistband has rotted away. sigh. i really liked them.
ok, well that's that for the day. off for a smoke, then i'm headed out early. the week's half over for me!