I love technology, but not as much as you, you see.

Okay. There's far too much technology casing me in. The laptop quit, so now we have a gigunderous (that's right, I went there) monitor hooked to it, plus the new and improved computer running the radio station, plus its monitor for that, plus the laptop itself.
It's all on either sides of me, and I just pushed my glasses up the brim of my nose. Okay. If I take them off, and there's tape holding them together, I will start weeping.

Whew. Close call.

Anyway.

Is it sad that lately, the only time I feel rather accomplished is when I'm done cleaning the Hurricane Brimstone aftermath, also known as the house? I think it is. I'm in dire need of human interaction. And no, I'm not counting co-workers or roommates. Winter's retarded. I want spring. The weather has teased me enough. Let's have it! It makes me better!

I'm thinking of planning a trip or two soon, if the funding allows.

*sigh*

I cannot wait for Tuesday. It's my day off. I am soooo going to sleep in. That is, if Dave doesn't call me at 8am, drunk still from the night before, on the other side of town, asking me if I could pick him up. That's the only time I see him now. How fucked up is that? Pretty fucked up. It sincerely makes me sad thinking about it.