"We're backdrifters..."
After hassling, jumping through hoops and knocking heads with the Dell service department for almost two weeks trying to talk them into coming out to fix my brand spankin' new computer (which came fucked directly out of its original box with a bad NIC) they finally sent a tech to my house yesterday. The card we'd told them was bum all along was has been replaced and my sweet, sweet block of a machine is finally functioning.
I can play WoW now. I can play WoW now. I can play WoW now. Oh Lord. Oooo good Lord!
Other than that things have been rather "blaaaaaah", as long as you minus last night, which was really quite fun. I had Mexican food at this awesome place on 4th St. in San Rafael with Brian called "Christopher's" which makes one of the most magical and this-must-be-made-out-of-love tasting veggie quesadillas ever. After dinner I made him wander around in Walgreen's with me while I attempted and failed not to spend money on pointless cosmetic items until he looked like he was going to start ripping his hair out in chunks. Once we came home we watched "Young Sherlock Holmes" which Brian had never seen it before (that movie rocks it to the bone, by the way) and finally passed out around 11-ish.
I must admit though that getting out of a down comforter nest of a bed this morning when it was freezing everywhere else in my frigid apartment while Blondie was snoring happily across from me was less than easy, but at least it's Thursday and this blasted week is almost over...
Onwards we go to a couple good days of to boozing by night and sleeping in by day. Mmmmhmmm. I'm so ready for it.
I can play WoW now. I can play WoW now. I can play WoW now. Oh Lord. Oooo good Lord!
Other than that things have been rather "blaaaaaah", as long as you minus last night, which was really quite fun. I had Mexican food at this awesome place on 4th St. in San Rafael with Brian called "Christopher's" which makes one of the most magical and this-must-be-made-out-of-love tasting veggie quesadillas ever. After dinner I made him wander around in Walgreen's with me while I attempted and failed not to spend money on pointless cosmetic items until he looked like he was going to start ripping his hair out in chunks. Once we came home we watched "Young Sherlock Holmes" which Brian had never seen it before (that movie rocks it to the bone, by the way) and finally passed out around 11-ish.
I must admit though that getting out of a down comforter nest of a bed this morning when it was freezing everywhere else in my frigid apartment while Blondie was snoring happily across from me was less than easy, but at least it's Thursday and this blasted week is almost over...
Onwards we go to a couple good days of to boozing by night and sleeping in by day. Mmmmhmmm. I'm so ready for it.