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i was so sleepy all day. completely zoned out. i haven't been getting much rest, ever since i had that dream that i dressed up as a little boy and tried to flush michael jackson down the toilet. my non-sleeping isn't related to that, but that is my benchmark of when i started to become sleep-deprived.
i hate customers.
i hate fucking chum fm and having to listen to the decrepit songs they play all day.
quote of the day goes to katerina:
"if i ever see rob thomas i'm gonna kill him. 'this is how a heart breaks'... i'll fucking show him how a heart breaks!@"

i feel like having a nice conversation. work is killing my social life.

yesterday was crazy. i woke up super early to get downtown and participate in this research study. they put electricity conducting paste in my hair and hooked up electrodes to my brain and forearms. then i did bilateral hand movements with my eyes closed and listened to the students testing me whisper. the two guys doing the study for dr mackay were really nice and really funny. a surprising find at u of t. moving my hands around got kinda tiring. and then the one guy washed my hair in a lab sink. can't say i ever envisioned that happening. he should consider a career in hairdressing. so after it was over they gave me my 30 bucks and apologized for messing up my hair. haha it was funny.
hm. then i went down to queen street cuz i had to exchange a belt. oooo and i got this awesome deal on these shoes at mendocino... reduced 75%! insanity i declare. i didn't really need them. but i wanted them. it felt like a sin. a delicious one.
i also bought lolita. i felt like finding out what the fuss was about. i gotta say, fuss is for a reason.
then i had class. dr baker amused us with his tales of banting and best. apparently banting had crazy rage issues and was "one of those wirey guys who can lift someone straight off their feet with one hand". which he did to a fellow researcher. why isn't uni this interesting anymore? i want crazy angry profs who kill dogs in med sci.
then i came home.
and flipped out. but i don't wanna talk about that.
independent manpreet is dying.

today was ok. but i was zoned out. i should sleep.
my stomach was hurting and i had a really hard time eating food today :(
what am i gonna do when i am living alone? i can't... nor do i have the will to cook. bah.

i keep on forgetting things... forgetting everything. forgetting things that happened. i need to revisit events... to force them to stay real... otherwise i'll forgot they ever happened...
it's happening already.