Someone throw me a fucking bone here...
Okay, so MAJOR computer problems. Apparently my email address is going to get deleted or was deleted or something due to the incompetence and retardedness of Verizon *hates Verizon* I set up a new one at AOL and I'll send it to everyone that matters, but I'm still really annoyed because no one ASKED for my email address to be deleted and it was *sigh* Murphy's Law, I swear to you.
Anyway, so after that crisis and losing my whole paper after trying to type it at school yesterday [[I was NOT in good shape after that]], I got to relax a little by going to Starbucks with Lisa. I got to drive there and you know as soon as I get on the road it starts raining, but we got there and back without any problems. Minus the Fuckhead Parade, which begot the Quote of the Day, which I'm awarding to myself:
"Oh no, it's a Fuckhead Parade. And all the Fuckheads are coming down the street all at once..." Well, Lisa thought it was funny.
After I dropped her off at home, I had this HUGE ASS bout of energy for NO reason. I couldn't stop moving around, my brain was going a million miles a minute, and my heart was racing, which makes me think that it had something to do with the mass amount of caffeine in my drink. But I ran with it and left Cat an amusing voicemail and listened to lots of loud music until it wore off a little. After eating dinner, I crashed. Such is the sequence of events when that happens to me.
FUCK, I hate my computer. And my Shakespeare paper. But I've got to go deal with both now. So enjoy the rest of the weekend, everyone.
Anyway, so after that crisis and losing my whole paper after trying to type it at school yesterday [[I was NOT in good shape after that]], I got to relax a little by going to Starbucks with Lisa. I got to drive there and you know as soon as I get on the road it starts raining, but we got there and back without any problems. Minus the Fuckhead Parade, which begot the Quote of the Day, which I'm awarding to myself:
"Oh no, it's a Fuckhead Parade. And all the Fuckheads are coming down the street all at once..." Well, Lisa thought it was funny.
After I dropped her off at home, I had this HUGE ASS bout of energy for NO reason. I couldn't stop moving around, my brain was going a million miles a minute, and my heart was racing, which makes me think that it had something to do with the mass amount of caffeine in my drink. But I ran with it and left Cat an amusing voicemail and listened to lots of loud music until it wore off a little. After eating dinner, I crashed. Such is the sequence of events when that happens to me.
FUCK, I hate my computer. And my Shakespeare paper. But I've got to go deal with both now. So enjoy the rest of the weekend, everyone.