Wednesday, July 30, 2003
So....
LMAO at everyone who crawled into bed with me. Mmm... cozy... ;)
Yeah, it's been a sucky couple of days. Pooh just feeling listless and stressed out and getting yucky tummyaches or possibly ulcer-like sensations. All exacerbated by things I can't control, which sucks even more because deep down I'm a bit of a control freak. Blah. That isolated cabin up in the mountains is starting to sound better and better, because it's not good to constantly worry about school and work and other people. And I'm always worrying about those things. :(
It may be a good quality, but Empathy sucks. So we need to start making things about me. Because really... what's more important, right? Heh. Just kidding.
The pisser at work is just frelling me up every which way. He took a sample program and just modified it to the program we have now. Only he's not quite sure what he did, and he doesn't remember what all the little parts to it are supposed to do. My job is to modifiy it even more so it moves a connected motor in a closed loop system. And... I did mention before that this is the first time I'm really using this program, right? Well, pisser takes the breakout control box for the motor because he needs to do something with it for some other group, and I haven't seen it or him the past two days. Gee, thanks. I can't mess around with the program if I can't play with the motor to make sure I'm doing it right. Sadly, pisser is a grad student in my school department so I can't totally bitch at him. And because I've been so emotionally exhausted the past few days, I can't even manage to sit still long enough to force myself to stare at the stupid program.
But at least I'm finally getting some of that Fresh Air everyone keeps telling me about. Day 2 of the Pooh Gets Her Blubber Abs in Gear ended up with me walking about 1.5 miles around the track. Six laps, baby. And um... that was it. I'm perfectly aware that in order to achieve that svelte model look I'm going to need... about 6 inches added to my height and to actually, oh I don't know... run a few laps. Maybe. Or something like that. But woke up with the right heel killing me and the left calf sore. Ugh. However! I thought I saw a hint of waist in the mirror at work. Then again, they keep the thermostat set at absolute zero in the ladies, so it could have been brainfreeze making me delusional.
Just to top off this week that won't end... I jammed my left pinky against a door before I went to the track last night. Might have pulled the nail from the finger because it was bleeding. And now it hurts and throbs on the left side like a mofo, and typing is hell because that's where you apply pressure. Who knew that pinky was so damn important? Anywho, this entry was a bitch to type so I hope you all appreciate the pain I put myself through just to update this depressing thing.
So to end on a happy note, I just want to make a few short comments about last night's 'MI-5'.
1. Tom being all domestic in boxers and jeans (not to mention the crying at the end). That's what I'm all about. When (well, if) I ever grow up and get married, I want him for a husband.
2. Just in case it wasn't clear, Tom was a hottie last night. Don't blame Helen for making a play, because, dude, if my boss looked like that, I would have done it too and said fuck the job. Well, actually... it would be doing just that, hmm? Wish we could have seen that deleted scene with the WashingDishes!Tom, because men washing dishes... sexy as hell.
3. The death and the end... whoa. Thank goodness for cable TV. Not sure if that would have made it on network.
4. I'm in the mood for French fries now. (uhh, okay, sick sick sick)
In conclusion...
I'm feeling a little better, a little less stressed, a little less worried. I hope Everyone is, too. Pooh hates when there's Gonads and Strife in the world. *crawls back into IdealizedUtopianPeacefulHole because the CynicalSnarkyBitch routine isn't bringing the happy today*
PS. New blogger interface is crappier than the other version. Bleh. HUH. That was strange. The interface went back to normal. Nope. Back to crappy new interface again. Make up your mind, dammit!
Great. Now Blogger's screwing with me, too. :(
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