February 24, 2003 :: 11:18 p.m.
adventures of The Yellow Dart
My fingers still hurt. It makes typing rather uncomfortable. And drawing, also. But I still had to do my art homework. I'm not done with it yet, actually, but that'll come soon enough. I have to cut and paste some stuff, and draw some fire-charred letters reading "child dies in fire." Because I'm really a morbid son of a bitch like that.
It's cold in here. Very cold. I think my window is still open. Adam opened it earlier in an attempt to expunge the horrible chinese food odor from the room, and hey, it worked. But it's freezing out, and as such it is now freezing in here. And boy howdy, it's fun.
Why did I just say that? I think I need to go to bed soon. My brain is turning into marshmallow syrup.
Adam and I went out to dinner tonight with his dad, Anne (stepmom), Meghan, and Marty. It was a fun time, mostly. Ruby Tuesday isn't the most veg-friendly restaurant in the world, but I got by. I've only been there once before, and I was thoroughly traumatized by their veggie burger. Seriously, it was just... wrong. So horribly wrong.
Soulseek is working again. Weeee! Now I can get back to downloading large quantities of music that I don't own.
"Now it is my intention to sit down and play video games for several hours." Only cool people know who said that.
Yawn. Me so tired.
Farewell.
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