Twitches and Tumors

So yesterday was a weird day. I had a pretty awful morning, a fantastic lunch, a decent afternoon, a nice half hour with Sarah, and then a fun/busy evening at Starbucks, followed by a good night's sleep.

Morning: Bad. Bob was moody, I interviewed a pretty sad designer for the job I'm leaving, and I had a ton of stuff to do. I got a call from Tammy, which was the only upbeat moment of my morning, that is, until she told me that she went to see her doctor, and she thinks that Tammy has a tumor in her head. Now before you say, "Gee, I wish I had a tumor..." it's not as glamorous as it sounds... So if everyone would be praying for her. We're all hoping it's something other than that, and preferably better. So on we go with the day...

Lunch: Ate really good sushi at this nice little Japanese restaurant in the area. Since I was the only customer, the chef came and sat with me and we talked while I ate. Very refreshing...
• Funny story: I am sitting there trying to look like I know what I'm doing, while in reality, I only sort of know what I'm doing, and the first thing I ate on my plate was what looked like a pile of very finely cut lunch meat. Now what happened next was not bad, but definitely shocking... Flavor sort of exploded in my mouth... Like fireworks. Not spicy, but very effervecent. I got "tweaks" in my nose, and my eyes, and all over my mouth... It was the most intense eating experience I've ever had... So I look up at the chef who was just coming back from the kitchen, and I'm like "What the HECK did I just eat???" And he looks at the empty spot on my plate and says "Oh... you ate the ginger!" Yeah... I guess that most sane people put a slice or two on top of the sushi, and use it as a condiment... not me. I eat the whole pile of it.

Meanwhile... we join Sarah in class. In anthropology, Sarah developed a twitch in her right eye. At first, she was annoyed, but as it continued, she began to realize just how much she's been doing. It reminds me of that line from the movie Bringing Out The Dead where Patricia Arquette's character asks Nicholas Cage's character about a doctor who keeps mumbling and poking himself in the eye... Cage's response is a matter-of-fact, "He's working a double shift."
That really seems to be the case with Sar. I think that she'll stop mumbling and twitching when the semester is through. OH... I can't forget. Sarah spelled her name wrong on a test! Yeah, two "r's"... Is that the funniest thing you've ever heard or what? If that doesn't inspire you to give the poor girl a hug the next time you see her, I don't know what will.

On with the day. Afternoon.
The afternoon went well. I got the rest of my work done, and left without incident.

Sarah time.
Got home with 45 minutes to spare before leaving for work. Cuddle time central. Sarah got home at the same time, and we just laid down on the couch for awhile and hid from our day.
I really love this girl. She's such a pleasure to be with, to live with... It's almost her birthday.
She'll be the big 25 in just over 2 weeks. Her birthday is the 15th.

Starbucks.
Worked a very fun shift at the "Bucks" as Ryan's started calling it. Worked with Jen and Michelle. Jen is a very nice, mid-thirties lesbian who has a quick wit, and likes old movies. She and I got off to a very good start, and I really cherish the opportunity to prove that, while a christian, and one who disagrees with her lifestyle, I am not about to pound her over the head with my Bible and rain hellfire down on her. She seems comfortable with me, and I am comfortable with her. We'll see how things progress with her. Michelle is decent. She's friendly enough, but has a bit of a martyr complex, combined with a victim thing... oh well.

Nighty Night.
I have to say that Sarah and I both had a really good night's sleep last night.
Not that it's unheard of, it's just unusual, and I was sad to see daylight come.

Well... now that I've told you about yesterday, I'll briefly run down today. Today was my last official day with BOB. So that was awesome. I can't even think at this point... I had about an hour at home, and calmed my nerves a bit... Starbucks was great tonight. I am feeling better and better about what I'm doing, and getting things right more.

On a cool note, I picked up two old Starflyer 59 albums this week. The silver one and the gold one. The gold one seems to be more of an aquired taste, and I'll keep working at it, but silver is AMAZING!!! Blue Collar Love is absolutely stunning. One of the most frighteningly intimidating guitar riffs I've ever heard. Right up there with Anthem of the Year 2000 by Silver Chair.

I gotta go to sleep...
Later.