tough crowd

dunno how i did it, but it's now 1am and i gotta be up in four hours and i haven't finished force-feeding myself tuna salad because i've eaten nothing but crap since lunchtime and the dream theatre concert was crazy and rough and really took it out of my legs. for half the concert i had big guys pushing and shoving and then arguing with me about where my elbows were going, the other half was awesome until i realized that some kid was abusing my leg (frotteurism) - he didn't even slow down after i bumped him hard backwards and then turned to stare at him.

freaky.

the music itself was... well, they're just incredible ^_^

those twizzler's nibs are really morish, i polished them off this morning for breakfast... this diet thing's going really well :/
i had a chat with my TL, informing him about the incident with stupiour SC and explaining successfully what i was trying to get across on sunday. i'm still sour about that.

work was fine - especially the bits where i got to discuss things work-related with other people. frikkin' half a year that i haven't actually done anything. and i achieved a big milestone with a personal side-project: i released it for office use and so far the responses have been positive :)

nystire's had us doing five minutes a day of physical exercise for the last few, and it seems to be helping!

on the shuttle home i slept like a baby, but when i woke my dream slipped away and i felt that i was grasping at wisps of its fragments and they were slipping through the cracks in my mind.

related: apparently while sleeping so peacefully in the car i was muttering complaints about the restaurant.