|Lala, crazy week.
||[Mar. 25th, 2003|11:31 am]
Well, not really that crazy. I don't know.|
Yesterday was "Hey, let's see random people at random places Day" yesterday, I think.
Earlier in the day Aymon and I ran into Dave From Our Floor Last Year on the way to lunch, and on the way back we ran into Keff, Jelly, and a horde of people most of whom I recognize but do not know on a first name basis. Lots of them seemed pretty down about Kishan, which is perfectly understandable, since the funeral was only a few days ago. I don't know why but whenever I hear about a death, I always start to re-evaluate my life and realize how silly and trite most of the things I stress out over are.
Over the weekend I tried replacing my 'rent's processor with no change in behavior. How lame! Oh, and on top of that, when I was calling up people to figure out what the jiggy yo was, we 'discovered' that the light in my room trips a circuit. Combine that with spontanious tax stuff which popped up, and you realize why I don't go home that much. Things just fall apart. :) On an upside, my dad's pretty much giving up on that computer for a little while, so I get to resign from my techsupport position. :-p
Then, later when I went IBCing with Aymon, I was spotted by Mr. Laney (chaossix6). Trey hip people is he.
I think I'm finally getting over my funk, and I have to give 99% of the credit to Civilization 3. I have been addicted to many, many games in my day, but this one takes the cake. I don't remember the last time I could fire up a game, look at the clock, and realize that 5 hours have passed. Outside of stuff like meals and the like, I think that's pretty much the only thing I've done since Sunday. It's like Risk mixed with crack. How great can you get?
I do need to take a break from all that, though. I got mad work piling up now. There are 2 labs in the queue, not to mention a midterm for Shi on Friday. Oh dear. I normally rock at his labs, but his tests always throw me. eEk!
Hm. It's 11:30, so that means I must skidaddle. I am due to meet The Turkey of Joe and the The Michael of Lithuania for lunch at the S(a)C. How classy is that? Exactly what I thought.