so today is slightly better. i was able to sleep without much disturbance from the pain in my toe. i can put a *little* bit of pressure on it, although it's still a little swollen. man, i wish i had mutant healing powers, like wolverine or lady deathstrike. i'm wearing the loosest shoes i have, which are my puma avanti's. and of course, i missed basketball today. instead, i had mongolian bbq with four of my ex-coworkers. that gave me massive food coma, but it was all worth it. heal, damnit, heal!
re: sex with a sleeping girlfriend. hey, there were times when she woke up, felt my tumescent boner, and hopped on. so we're even. those times, i was usually happily sleeping away, so i was like, "get off of me," but once i realized i was having sex, i naturally acquiesced and enjoyed the ride, literally. *shrug* sometimes you wake up feeling horny, and if you gotta go, you gotta go. ha! it's all about fulfilling needs.
i might be recruited to represent my company at the stanford job fair. while i think i am a good candidate to go, i don't have that many good things to say about my company. i mean, i don't think it's a shitty job or anything, but we don't do much new design here, which is the coolest thing about doing a hardware-related job. there's some bad news floating around the company; i'm hearing rumors, and the prognosis ain't good. i hope there isn't going to be a layoff. *crossed fingers*
so my dad is doing some crazy stuff. he flew back to taiwan (my mom and grandparents are still in dallas), and he's going to fly back to dallas in less than a week to accompany them on the way to taiwan. that's a lot of travelling! i really worry about his excess travelling. he's not young anymore, and all these plane flights (plus his workaholic temperament) must wear him down. *sigh* he needs to take care of himself more. one thing that i probably inherited from my parents is a lack of ability to take care of oneself.
every morning, i wake up with a different song stuck in my head. you might think this is the song that's playing when my alarm goes off (i have my alarm clock set to 106.5fm), but it isn't. it's always some other random song. weird. today, it was john mayer's "waiting for the world to change." i HATE that song! *RAAR* having a song you dislike playing over and over in your head is really infuriating.
do you guys get random yahoo IM message popping up? i do. they're from undecipherable usernames, and most of the times, they're blank windows. when i logged on yahoo IM after coming back from LA, i must have gotten a dozen offline messages from these weird usernames. what the fuck? who's behind these? bastards!
so _american idol_ starts in exactly a week. i'm sort of reluctant to start watching, because the entire season is quite a hefty commitment. i especially hate those back-to-back 2-hour nights when the top 24 perform (12 girls on one night, 12 boy on the other night). but hey, it's american pop culture, and i do like following it.
i just got off of a 23-minute conversation with amy. i miss her. i haven't seen her since 2003, during my east coast tour. she might be flying out in two weekends, so i hope she does it. yay! we talk about our relationship issues; she's a highly sought after girl, from what i gather. i ran into a classmate of hers a few months ago, and the dude said that "everyone wanted to date her." i'm not surprised.
hm. what to do tonight. i'm not hungry at all. maybe i'll have a cereal dinner. i haven't had one of those in over a month. but i need to get milk. that requires more walking on my hobbled foot. *RAAR*
i crave pinkberry.
one of my ex-coworkers is opening up a videogame store, a "play and trade" chain store. apparently, the initial investment was somewhere near $200K. wow! i hope it's successful. i don't have the money or the business savvy to do something like that. nelson wants to open up a beard papa's on castro, which i think would be a good idea. he looked up the franchise fee, and it's somewhere around $250K, not counting the real estate or equipment costs. double wow!
i still want to try beard papa's. the last two times i've gone, it's been closed. damn. what kind of place closes at 8:30 on a weekend? true, it's in a strip mall (the cupertino location), so there's not much foot traffic, but still, that's early!
ok, 'tis time to wrap this one up. gotta figure out what i'm eating tonight.