So. Bored.
Long, long-ass day. I ended up spending eight hours on the road, and I didn't even get that CD burned because my computer was being a little bitch (it has eaten no less than five blank CDs in two days). It was going to be awesome, too; I had everything on that CD, from Cake to Nirvana to Fuel to Blues Traveler, but instead, trying to get the damn thing MADE just delayed me an extra 45 minutes-- and so, despite the fact I made the trip doing a pretty consistent 75mph, when I ran into this TOTALLY random gridlock about 20 miles outside Lynchburg, it was just the last damn thing I needed. If I'd left when I wanted to, I might have missed it. But no.
So now I'm still not ready for bed, and don't know what to do with myself. I was trying to get a friend to go with me to Liberation Dance Party at DC9 tomorrow night, but I haven't heard back from her, and I'm sure as hell not going by myself. I'll try and give her a call tomorrow. Otherwise? Socially, I'm pretty fucking boned until I get back to NC.
I hate these long breaks.
In less bitchy news-- Deleted my Rynn set. Was bored with it. I need to take some photos of something reeeeally interesting and random. My fingers are getting all itchy and needy. I've got drawings to do, too. And web siting. The worst thing about being bored? You--by which I mean "I"--lack the motivation to do a damn thing about it, even when it sucks big, fat, sweaty donkey balls. Cruel, cruel world.
Long, long-ass day. I ended up spending eight hours on the road, and I didn't even get that CD burned because my computer was being a little bitch (it has eaten no less than five blank CDs in two days). It was going to be awesome, too; I had everything on that CD, from Cake to Nirvana to Fuel to Blues Traveler, but instead, trying to get the damn thing MADE just delayed me an extra 45 minutes-- and so, despite the fact I made the trip doing a pretty consistent 75mph, when I ran into this TOTALLY random gridlock about 20 miles outside Lynchburg, it was just the last damn thing I needed. If I'd left when I wanted to, I might have missed it. But no.
So now I'm still not ready for bed, and don't know what to do with myself. I was trying to get a friend to go with me to Liberation Dance Party at DC9 tomorrow night, but I haven't heard back from her, and I'm sure as hell not going by myself. I'll try and give her a call tomorrow. Otherwise? Socially, I'm pretty fucking boned until I get back to NC.
I hate these long breaks.
In less bitchy news-- Deleted my Rynn set. Was bored with it. I need to take some photos of something reeeeally interesting and random. My fingers are getting all itchy and needy. I've got drawings to do, too. And web siting. The worst thing about being bored? You--by which I mean "I"--lack the motivation to do a damn thing about it, even when it sucks big, fat, sweaty donkey balls. Cruel, cruel world.
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