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i can honestly say that this project has ruined my life. i feel like i've been cooped up at home for days. i'm in a perpetually foul mood. i skip lunch. i skip dinner. the only thing i look forward to is sleep, and i can only do that if i don't think about anything. i think i'm almost done though. at least to the next deadline. the project still isn't over yet. maybe i can fake an injury, tell the client i got into another car accident and mangled my hands and won't be able to work for the next few weeks. no, not even with a helper monkey.

i had "the talk" with my roommate this afternoon when he came back home for his lunchtime nap. i said it like, "do you mind standing a little closer when you pee?" laughing and shrugging, like it was something trivial but actually pretty darn important. he nodded and made some noise of recognition. he then went to bed and woke up twice to use the bathroom, both times pissing on the floor again. why can i never get a roommate who comes housebroken? when he came back home in the evening, i was afraid to use the bathroom for fear of what i might find. however, when i did go, the floor was surprisingly dry, a few collateral micro splashes but a farcry from the piss tank of yesterday. so who knows, maybe the message sank in. it's a real deal breaker though, i expect all my roommates to be proficient in basic toilet etiquette.

my roommate and i chatted about colleges this evening while he was simmering a lamb soup with onions and potatoes. it's a conversation i'd had before with an tao. in china, how one gets into college is completely dependent on your test scores, compared to the US, where test scores is just one of the many criteria, along with grades, extracurricular activities, essays, and interviews. after he went to bed, i finally had some dinner, two scrambled eggs.