No thoughts to move my head until she comes again
I still haven't had my pina colada. That situation must be rectified immediately... well, maybe not immediately, it's only 10:30 in the morning.
I had some interesting PMS yesterday. For a couple of perilous hours I was in the "Must-buy-everything-ever" mode. I pored over eBay for straight days but managed to not buy anything. Then I suddenly decided that I had to bake things, and take them to everyone I know. I was literally making lists of what ingredients I needed, what I would take to who, etc... luckily this passed before I put any real effort into it.
For dinner last night, my grandparents took all of us out to this new Chinese restaurant in Discovery Bay... which is so new that it is in fact not finished. So we went to where they are currently, also in DB. There was yum sweet and sour chicken and lots of extra sauce I drowned my rice in, mmm. The duck was good but I've always found it hard to eat in public because of the way they cut it up, and all the little boney-bones (right now I'm in baby-talk stage, don't mind me). I still miss the duck from the Chinese place in the mall...
The last two fish tanks we had ended up leaking so my dad got this huge new one for Pinky. It's on this shelf between the living room and formal dining room, which is used as like an office. Pepé finally notices Pinky and keeps poking his mouth at the tank to bite at her... hee hee.
My boss sent me two e-mails sometime last night about work stuff... yeah, not going to do anything with those until TOMORROW. Workaholics annoy me, mostly because they make me look (more) lazy.
As part of my Watch More Movies resolution, I watched "Kinsey" on Friday night. I liked it very much, but I think I would prefer something more documentary-ish about the actual data as opposed to Dr. Kinsey's and friends personal lives. Though if the movie is accurate there wouldn't have been any study if not for his and his wife's issues. Once again, Laura Linney astounds me with her semi-bad-but-must-watchness. Peter Sarsgaard was cute, and nakey. If that's not reason enough for you...
So, my class starts tomorrow. I'm usually vaguely nervous around this time, but right now I'm feeling too stressed to even be excited.
I had this long dream before I woke up that I was going to write down, but I didn't and now I've forgotten almost all of it. All I do remember is being in a mental hospital, doing research or a news story or something like that, and it was evening and time to close up. They had these huge steel doors with motion sensors and I barely made it out before it closed for good (there was a robot on the intercom counting down, and I jumped through the door at the three-second mark). I was alone and had to figure out how to get to the office so I could leave the hospital. It had happened to me before and I knew if I went through the motion sensor on the (stopped) escalator an alarm would go off, so I just went up the stairs. I was hoping it wouldn't take them more than a couple of hours to figure out I didn't belong there as a patient.
Also, there was something about me being at work and hurrying to get home because EC was here on a visit. She'd been here a few days but we hadn't hung out much because I'd had to work, and I decided "Fuck it, I'm going to take the rest of the time she's here off." I was hoping that she'd be at my house when I got there so we could go to dinner, and I thought about calling on my cell but decided to just go home. I also wanted to call LS and JH about going to either a late dinner (it was already six as I was driving home) or brunch the next day so they could see her before she went back home.
With dreams like these, is it any wonder I never seem to be rested?
I had some interesting PMS yesterday. For a couple of perilous hours I was in the "Must-buy-everything-ever" mode. I pored over eBay for straight days but managed to not buy anything. Then I suddenly decided that I had to bake things, and take them to everyone I know. I was literally making lists of what ingredients I needed, what I would take to who, etc... luckily this passed before I put any real effort into it.
For dinner last night, my grandparents took all of us out to this new Chinese restaurant in Discovery Bay... which is so new that it is in fact not finished. So we went to where they are currently, also in DB. There was yum sweet and sour chicken and lots of extra sauce I drowned my rice in, mmm. The duck was good but I've always found it hard to eat in public because of the way they cut it up, and all the little boney-bones (right now I'm in baby-talk stage, don't mind me). I still miss the duck from the Chinese place in the mall...
The last two fish tanks we had ended up leaking so my dad got this huge new one for Pinky. It's on this shelf between the living room and formal dining room, which is used as like an office. Pepé finally notices Pinky and keeps poking his mouth at the tank to bite at her... hee hee.
My boss sent me two e-mails sometime last night about work stuff... yeah, not going to do anything with those until TOMORROW. Workaholics annoy me, mostly because they make me look (more) lazy.
As part of my Watch More Movies resolution, I watched "Kinsey" on Friday night. I liked it very much, but I think I would prefer something more documentary-ish about the actual data as opposed to Dr. Kinsey's and friends personal lives. Though if the movie is accurate there wouldn't have been any study if not for his and his wife's issues. Once again, Laura Linney astounds me with her semi-bad-but-must-watchness. Peter Sarsgaard was cute, and nakey. If that's not reason enough for you...
So, my class starts tomorrow. I'm usually vaguely nervous around this time, but right now I'm feeling too stressed to even be excited.
I had this long dream before I woke up that I was going to write down, but I didn't and now I've forgotten almost all of it. All I do remember is being in a mental hospital, doing research or a news story or something like that, and it was evening and time to close up. They had these huge steel doors with motion sensors and I barely made it out before it closed for good (there was a robot on the intercom counting down, and I jumped through the door at the three-second mark). I was alone and had to figure out how to get to the office so I could leave the hospital. It had happened to me before and I knew if I went through the motion sensor on the (stopped) escalator an alarm would go off, so I just went up the stairs. I was hoping it wouldn't take them more than a couple of hours to figure out I didn't belong there as a patient.
Also, there was something about me being at work and hurrying to get home because EC was here on a visit. She'd been here a few days but we hadn't hung out much because I'd had to work, and I decided "Fuck it, I'm going to take the rest of the time she's here off." I was hoping that she'd be at my house when I got there so we could go to dinner, and I thought about calling on my cell but decided to just go home. I also wanted to call LS and JH about going to either a late dinner (it was already six as I was driving home) or brunch the next day so they could see her before she went back home.
With dreams like these, is it any wonder I never seem to be rested?
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