Ack. My computer's about dead.

Sonn'bitch just about caught fire. Damn you, stink computer.

So I have no mouse input, my hard drive's got five billion bad sectors, and my CPU enjoys crapping out and restarting the machine every five minutes. Good thing I emailed my thesis work to myself.

It's making me tense, which really it shouldn't. My thesis isn't due for a month.

The obvious answer: drink my shiraz and go out to the wall, which is being put on by my Trinidadian friend. Gonna be some good Carribean music in there. That's gonna kick some ass.

I do wish I had a new computer.

~Halcyondream~

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