Archive for December, 2005

World of Warcraft

Friday, December 30th, 2005

I got World of Warcraft for xmas. I’m addicted. I can no longer work from home.

getting better

Saturday, December 17th, 2005

Sangeeta’s dad has been visiting for almost two weeks now. Half of that time I’ve been sick, and Sangeeta’s been working. So her dad’s been bored and watching TV. :(

Yesterday we went to Hollywood and walked around the Walk of Fame. He was not too impressed. Neither was I.

We went to Chinatown today. Did some shopping, had lunch. Walked. Avoided a crazy situation in an overfull underground parking lot. He liked Chinatown. I was not too impressed.

I’m still coughing but no fever. I mostly feel alright but I still feel I need rest and time to fully recover.

I haven’t played guitar all week. :(

more fevered sleep

Wednesday, December 14th, 2005

My voice went out on me yesterday. I wouldn’t have known except that my landlord came over to fix the sink. After talking to him, I could no longer speak. Stupid flu.

I took some Nyqil last night. It put me right to sleep, and I stayed there for several hours. Then I woke up in sweat-soaked sheets, surprised to be alive. I thought “if there’s a God, he must like me.” Then I realized that I was cold and sore and choked with mucous but still too groggy to move, so I revised my earlier estimate of God’s sentiments toward me.

I awoke several more times during the night and into the morning, each time being rather pleasantly surprised at first, and soon having that surprise turn into dismay and then once again into sleep. Finally I was just too cold to stay in bed, so I dressed and went for a thermometer, thinking I must really be chilled. Well, my fever was down to 100.0 but the bedroom was really cold.

Now I’m having some tea and aspirin.

Sangeeta’s quote of the day (so far): “I know you’re sick, but you can still clean something!”

getting better…slowly

Tuesday, December 13th, 2005

My fever peaked yesterday at 104.0 but now has dropped back down to 101.1 again. I managed to get some sleep last night, but I’m running out of medicine and I’m really not looking forward to a trip to the store. Just going to the bathroom is painful enough, don’t make me deal with other people!

Sangeeta’s getting sick too, and she doesn’t have anyone to cover for her at the cart tomorrow. Sad sad xmas.

Savage Chickens: The Meaning Of Life

Tuesday, December 13th, 2005

I guess this about sums it up.

Savage Chickens: The Meaning Of Life

Savage Chickens Chicken Cartoons by Doug Savage

Tuesday, December 13th, 2005

Savage Chickens Chicken Cartoons by Doug Savage


Monday, December 12th, 2005

I’m sick. Again. I’ve got a temperature of 101.3 now and I’m coughing up a storm. My ribs hurt. I’m chilled and sore. I’m going to go lie down and close my eyes and feel the pulsing of blood and pain in my skull, hoping that I can sleep and when I wake up (if I wake up) the cold will be gone.


Sunday, December 11th, 2005

There is nothing so easy but that it becomes difficult when you do it reluctantly. — Publius Terentius Afer (Terence)

This describes my recent work experience. It’s not that it’s all that hard, it’s that I don’t want to do it. :P


Friday, December 9th, 2005

It’s Friday!

Sangeeta’s dad has been here for most of the week. He’s really nice and likes to give me advice. He lives in our living room.

Last night was a bad night for SoCal hockey. Ducks lost in OT 3-2 and the Kings lost in regulation 3-2. I got to tell Sangeeta’s dad all about hockey, and he seemed to find it interesting but difficult to follow.

Today I’m in the lab. It’s quiet here. End of quarter and all, you know. I aim to wrap up a big part of the project I’ve been stuck on for the last month or two. It’s really wearing on me, but I need to be disciplined and just knock it out. What a relief it will be to put it behind me!

There’s a weight on my shoulders that won’t lift. There’s a rumbly in my tummy. There’s anger in my heart. I’m going to lunch.

The Visit

Wednesday, December 7th, 2005

Sangeeta’s father arrived last night at LAX. He had travelled since the previous afternoon, flying from Kathmandu, Nepal. He’ll stay until the new year, returning in the first week of January.

We’ve got a futon set up in the living room for him. It’s not too uncomfortable, I suppose. I hope it doesn’t do him any harm. He seems to be doing alright this morning, at any rate.

Sangeeta and I both have to go to work, so Sarala is going to come and entertain him until she has to go to school. I think. It’s hard to know what she’s going to do, but I think that’s the plan.