beef sammich

the battery for my mp3 player died on the bus home last night. everything was eerily quiet until i walked into my apartment.

i found waking up this morning incredibly difficult: i was having totally spanktastic and fantesticle dreams based on tokyo drift. it involved my father's (now brother's) mercedes sports car after some insane mods and decal work, with me being particularly badly behaved behind the wheel.

*sigh*

it was a pleasant day today. in the morning, we went to "celebrate" the dude's birthday, and were treated to a long, completely bullshit speech where everyone who knows him was grinning like an idiot because we were certain he was doing it on purpose. i spent a large part of the morning figuring out how those bastards that i replaced had gotten their spaghetti-code to work, and realizing *just* how stupidly they'd done it. then i went off with a girl from our team to azrieli, to meet up with a friend of hers for lunch.

guess who had a roast beef sammich for lunch.

okay, three guesses. and the first two don't count. [sorry, it's been a while since i got to say that]

i came back to an afternoon of pink floyd (there're more of us than them. hah!), and i finished one of the nastier upgrades we have for the next quarter. i watched a really disappointing group of "soldiers" abysmally attempting to march in formation - these are desk-jockeys, you twerps, not real soldiers! i had more coordination when i was five!

neuromancer kicks ass. again. better, even, if that's possible.

i had another roast beef sammich for supper (i asked for the sammich-surprise, and surprise! it's the same as i had earlier!), and have just received a list of new projects.

it's 22 degrees, and i'm freezing. when i expressed shock (perfect temperature is 22 degrees, after a fun conversation with cuz (don't panic), so apparently i really have acclimatized :S
the tail-end of our conversation:
totalwaste says:
i can't wait to break out the army jacket and gloves, and thermal pads, and wear two pairs of socks, and special rain-pants, and have my cheeks turn blue
and right now, i'm just sweaty and icky, and i can't be arsed to move in case i sweat more
cuz says:
there is something to be said for extremes, though
totalwaste says:
yes. they suck
cuz says:
yup. that was it exactly.

and helping charif with an insane c project - i can't believe they gave these poor bastards a full application for a homework assignment. gives me a bit of exercise, though ;)