Joe found this on the ‘Net a while ago.

My server inexplicably went down today, but it was up again within 30 minutes or so. It got me worried about my blog though, so I tried to set up a new way of backing up my blog. It is now supposed automatically send me a copy of the mySQL database (which holds my blog) by e-mail every day, thanks to the deliciousness that is cron. We’ll see how it works. The other one didn’t work at all.

I gave Amanda her book today, and we hung out at the coffee shop for hours talking… we got along amazingly well, we couldn’t stop laughing. It was really fun to talk with someone who has a sane, logical viewpoint.

I can’t really think of anything else to say. Work sucked. My wrists are killing me. Blah, blah, blah.

I should see if Family Guy is on.

tried to do a video post. failed. oh well.

I’m very angry. Don’t take anything I say seriously.

But I just feel like telling all of my “friends” to fuck off. There comes a point in any friendship where you question whether you’re really friends with somebody, and I am sick of everybody I am supposed to be friends with. I’ve called, left umpteen messages… and I guess the message is clear. Nobody wants to hang out with me. Fuck you all.

With the exception of Joe, who even though he didn’t have time to hang out with me this weekend was nice enough to call me back and tell me. What a nice person.

Anyway, I should stop talking about this. It’s just going to make me more bitter. I had a great day, finished that Chuck P. collection. A good day indeed.

Today I wanted to fucking kill my dad. I went to bed and around three in the morning last night, and I woke up at about 8 a.m. to the sound of this incredibly loud banging on the wall. It didn’t stop, so I screamed “What the fuck is that noise!?” and my dad responds “Oh, you should go sleep in the spare bedroom.”

WHY CAN’T HE FUCKING WORK ON THE HOUSE IN THE MOTHERFUCKING AFTERNOON? A;LFJ DZFHGKLJDALKGJLK;DSFJG;DFJG!!!!~(keyboard banging of complete exasperation)

I was so angry I could barely see straight. So this is my life now. I can’t sleep in my bedroom. My dad is selling the house. And I have no friends. I had such a peaceful day, and now I’m freaking out. Oh well.

I just hooked up my webcam. I always wanted to do video posts, and I might do my first one tonight. I will probably look quite funny, as I have to wear my gigantic surround sound headphones with the microphone in order to have voice. Hmm. I don’t really have anything to talk about. But I’m sure once the camera is rolling I will think of myriad things to say. And my fucking voice-recognition is not working.