I never thought I’d be using another designer’s theme on my blog after I learned how to make them myself, but I figured that if nothing else, having this up temporarily will really push me to get on with creating a new look for the place. Until I started working in web development regularly, I didn’t fully understand how you could be too tired at the end of the day (and even through weekends) to design anything else, especially for yourself. After I’m done working these days, often I just end up crashing on the couch by 10pm (not even making it to the bed upstairs). But it is summer now, and I do have a desire to spend more time on personal projects, so we’ll see how much energy I can muster up in the coming days!

Tomorrow is my first day of work at Sun Microsystems as a web developer intern. I don’t mind giving up much of my spring break because it feels like the start of something I’ve been waiting for for a long, long time.

I suppose nowadays, I’m much more about microblogging than sitting down and typing up a full-blown entry. I do intend to make changes to this space over the next week, but am now undecided about what the end result will be…

In the midst of being somewhat of an insomniac tonight, I ironically am craving coffee. I used to drink mochas when stressed because of the oddly calming effect it would have on me. Now it probably wouldn’t be a great idea to pump caffeine into my system anymore.

Tomorrow’s my 4-hour video EEG at Stanford and I am hoping that this test finally shows something useful. I am tired of being poked and prodded and not having them find anything when clearly, something is weirdly wrong with my body, as demonstrated most clearly when my reflexes are tested with tuning forks and I spasm strongly enough to send them flying across the room. I am tired of doctors using words like “remarkable” and “fascinating” to describe me because I’m a patient with shiny new symptoms the likes of which they haven’t witnessed, and yet not following up to test me for anything out of the generic path. I’d like to somehow give life the finger right now just for kicking my ass so much. Given all that’s happened in the last almost four months, I think I’m perfectly justified in having an immature and raw angry moment in which I turn to the universe and say: cunt.