last night, while taking a shower, i blew my nose into my hand. it was all blood. kind of shocking, if you ask me. it didn't hurt at all, and the blood wasn't dripping out of my nose before, so wtf? hm. anyways, this morning, i picked my nose, and as expected, a lot of dried blood flakes came out. i wonder what happened. was it stress related?
the other day, my pee smelled like mcdonald's sausage mcmuffins. very odd. i stood there at the urinal, and i just made a weird face, like "huh?" the urinal didn't smell before, so i didn't think it was the guy who used it ahead of me. anyways, i'm very sensitive to smells, so i was very perplexed.
we made some very good progress on my AC testing at work. i told the chip manager, and he seemed very pleased. oh, and i got my performance review from my boss today. he had a lot of good stuff to say about me, so i was happy about it. we'll see how much of a raise i get this july. (my company postponed its raises by 3 months. hrmph!)
i think i have a concussion from my ticcing. this is a serious matter. i don't tic violently that often, but when i do, it's a doozy. my chin slams into my left shoulder, and it's quick a shock to my system. i've been getting these throbbing headaches when that happens, and it really hurts. ouchie! ugh. how do you recover from a concussion? you just have to wait it out?
we had a confrontation during basketball today. i was very worried. we had a new guy, E, and he started complaining a lot about getting fouled. at one point, he got really pissed off, and he stormed off the court in the middle of our last game. the guys were like, "let's be civil," and luckily, it was near the end, so we just played cautiously, like we were walking on eggshells. everyone tried to avoid him, and he roamed around the court like he was in a bubble. i was afraid that he was going to beat D (the guy E was complaining about fouling him) up, and D is my buddy, so i was really scared. man, some people are just so emotional. no wonder NBA players get technical fouls and ejections and stuff like that. (btw, i didn't score a single point today. very poor showing.)
last night, i had frozen yogurt for dinner. i stopped by yogurt fantasty after work, and i got my usual: medium tart with mochi. i was very upset with their mochi last time, as it was really stale and hard. but this time, the mochi was 100% fresh and soft. wonderful! the only bad thing was that they didn't give me very much of it. different people there shape the yogurt differently, and that determines how much mochi they give me. i think my favorite way is when one of the girls fills the container up halfway, puts a layer of mochi down, and then tops it off with the rest of the yogurt.
i just took a leak before writing this, and the guy next to me had this big grin on his face. i wonder what the hell he was so happy about. i've often wondered what i would do if the dude next to me looked over and took a long hard gaze at my schlong. would i punch him? here at work, we have these shoulder-height walls in between the urinals, but they're still low enough that you could peek over if you were on your toes. so far, that hasn't happened yet, but man, that would be hella rude.
i've been getting some facebook friend requests from people i don't know. if they're from you readers out there, then just write me a little message in the request telling me you're a reader, and i'll gladly add you.
adam showed me an article yesterday about this new electrical component: a memristor. since forever, there have only been three electrical components: a resistor, capacitor, and inductor. but now, there's this new one, and it's a pretty sweet one, which remembers how much charge has been pumped through it. it will enable all sorts of new features, like instant-on computers and such. (of course, it will take a while for practical uses to be implemented.) but then again, i don't envy future EE students who have to study it and do all the math required; i already had enough problems with RLC circuits! :)
i still haven't gotten over my ass-scratching habit when i'm talking to my coworkers. every now and then, when i'm standing there, i notice that my hand naturally goes down my pants, and i have to quickly pull it out. what the hell, man. in high school, i had a teacher who would lean back in his chair and massage the sides of his crotch while he talked to you; i imagine that my habit is just as bad. ugh.
ok, i'm off. time to look for my coworker.