| 28 mar 2002 woah shit. so my project lead, who was out sick yesterday, e-mails again today saying that he's still massively sick. he's been in bed for *42* hours! holy shit. plus, another one of my team members is out sick today, too. holy crap. i feel really bad; i should have skipped work on monday, and if i did that, these two people wouldn't be suffering right now. i stopped by adam's place yesterday to drop off a disk drive i borrowed from him, and he let me know that my calendar page is upside down, i.e. the more recent months should be on top so you guys don't have to scroll. whoops. i don't know what i was thinking. i'm too lazy to fix it, but i'll start off april on top, ok? he also showed me the _star wars_ previews, and expounded on his theories by freeze-framing certain scenes. in any case, i'm excited for the movie... i hope it's much better than _episode I_. will gave me a little hint of how yoda fights bad guys, and i thought it sounded kind of cheesy, but we'll see... all i can say is that there seem to be lots of light sabers in this one, and that makes me very very happy. hm. i hope adam isn't sick. jay didn't come home last night, either. i hope he's not ill, either. i am starting to think i should quarantine myself whenever i catch something. this morning, i woke up from a dream about a naked nicole kidman (images were provided by having seen _eyes wide shut_). and then, all of a sudden, as i sat up in bed, i just felt really sad. i don't know what it was. maybe a mood swing? or maybe it's disappointment that i have been searching for a reason to get out of bed earlier, and i just can't seem to be able to do it. anyways, i just got back from playing basketball. i really should be exercising more. but today, we were playing with a new ball, and it just felt really weird. it was like one of those rubbery balls that you win at a carnival, so i just couldn't shoot it. blech. so i've watched two of the new shows that have gotten critical praise: _andy richter_ and _greg the bunny_. i can't say that i like either one of them. so either the critics' standards have dropped, or i'm just not getting the humor. then again, maybe it's because i'm clinically depressed, and nothing makes me laugh these days. i did watch part of this show where tom green goes to japan and does his crazy stuff there. i can't describe it, but it's a good match, japan and tom green. on one hand, you have this loud-mouth guy and his screwy antics, and on the other hand, you have a society that believes in not drawing any attention to yourself and keeping the peace. i felt this really overwhelming tension when he's on a packed train, and just yells out, "WHO LIKES POTATOES?" and nobody even flinches. i think the japanese just have no idea how to deal with a guy like him. amusing. i have to remind myself not to bite my right pinky nail. (my left pinky nail was fucked up by a taiko accident where i hit it with a stick, and ever since, it's been really short.) but anyways, i need to grow out my right pinky nail. not because i want to snort coke, but because i need it to scrape out the crap in my ears. i swear, my hearing must be really bad these days because of all the earwax buildup. every time i stick my fingers in there, i get some of this off-white pasty dust coming out. have you ever smelled this stuff? it's like some odd flavored sawdust. dude. speaking of ears. wait. did i talk about this before? cauliflower ears! they're so gross! i watched that cael sanderson dude go undefeated in his entire collegiate wrestling career, and when he took off his headgear, he had the nastiest ears. they were all puffy and flat at the same time. and the thing is, i think they'll be like that forever! damn. ok. i'm im'ing carol right now, and it reminds me... when i was sick, i would wake up, and if i tried to talk, i would literally be gargling the phlegm in my throat. postnasal drip, i suppose. and after hacking it up, this ball of brown gack would fly out onto the sink. and the worst thing, it's hella sticky! so when i tried to wash it down the sink, it would just cling steadfast to the surface, and i'd actually have to manually uproot it. very persistent phlegm, i must say. so i went to see my psychiatrist again yesterday. the oddest thing was that during the consultation, he would literally fall asleep! i mean, he would be writing something, and then he'd stop, his head would bob, and his pen would drag on the paper. and when he was punching my prescription in on his palm pilot, it literally took him five minutes to do each one, because he'd fall asleep every ten seconds, forget where he was, and repeat the process again. should i be offended? i asked him later if he had a late night, and he said that he gets really tired in the afternoon. but it was only 2pm! i wonder... the only cool thing was that he could print out prescriptions by simply beaming his palm pilot to his printer. and the paper was all perfectly perforated and stuff! he finally recommended me some psychologists/therapists to go see. but i don't know about that. i don't really believe in the power of therapists. i reminds me of all those images of people lying on couches talking about their childhoods, and it just seems really cheesy. i mean, i'm sure the therapists would tell me to get up earlier, find a hobby, find something to do that i care about, blah blah blah. and i kind of know that already, except that i'm just too lazy to go out and do it. so what then? i think i should go see a hypnotist. he just just snap his fingers and say, "dude. get excited about life!" and i'd be all set. i wonder if that would work for me. i'm all about the most instantaneous solution. last thing... _fear factor_ a few days ago was pretty damn disgusting. they had to eat these balut (sp?) eggs which are basically duck eggs with a half-formed fetus inside. holy shit that's nasty. i couldn't watch so i changed the channel, but apparently all four people were able to eat the two required eggs. *shivers* geez that is so fucking gross. |