started out ok, I slept in a little... went out shopping for a bit, and managed to hold myself to just a new HD for the desktop.
went to see what the verdict was on the machine rate... wasn't in, so I came home to eat and nap... got up and went back, and they gave me a rate well below even my worst projections. What a fucking ripoff. So now I've got to find somewhere else to put them.
get home.. veg...
Taz calls. They're talking about how wild a time they had night, and how they drank so much, etc...
...
and I'm still fighting a migraine.
at this point, I really just want to either go find a hole to hide in for the forseeable future, or use some kind of chemical means to sleep for the next few days straight.
I've been tempted a few times to throw various things into/through various other things.
so
yeah
