Wonderful. I cannot use Photoshop on this computer anymore; whenever I try to open something, it freezes my computer and it has to be restarted. Crap.
Which means, also, there went the first draft of my Hamlet essay. I hate you, computer.
Now to re-write my rant.
It is Tish
's birthday today. Since she has already done her celebrating at an earlier time and is currently dealing with crap concerning her father, I assumed she did not want a big deal made out of it. I did manage to locate some cash to buy her some coffee.
Anime club today. Tish seemed to be enjoyed by all. Arora and I (mostly I) harassed John
to no end. I am such a whore. Perhaps it's the nails. I'll scratch off the paint tonight. Or, perhaps I am just a whore by my very nature. Huzzah. On a very strange side note, I realized Emily's nails were the exact same shade of whorish red. That disturbs me for reasons I cannot put into words.
And now it seems I can no longer load web pages on the first try. Thank you, Concentric, for making my computer your little bitch. And computer - I fucking hate you. No, I don't particularly feel like hitting 'refresh' five times until you decide to pull whatever's in the Internet files cache out of your little mechanical ass.
Oh, and I almost forgot. The further adventures of Bob
... people's habit of flooding the DA anime section with fifty pieces of art at a time is starting to get on my nerves a bit. Or perhaps I'm just jealous that I can't produce like that anymore. Eh. At least a few of them are good artists.
I have yet to lift my pencil to work a single bit on ML. At this rate it will die a slow and undignified death at the merciless hands of apathy.
My eyes still burn. I slept until cramps went away. About three hours. I'm not sleepy anymore. So I guess I'll find other ways to amuse myself.
Hrm. I want to go walk. But I've been getting dizzy far too often lately. (I almost fell over when I got up to leave the band hall today. Rgh.) So I'm not sure it's the best of ideas.
Ow. Stupid knee. All right, I'm going to go lie in bed and stare at the ceiling for the next few hours. Maybe talk to myself a bit; yes, that sounds interesting enough.