Yay, so my Windows partition died today upon reboot due to a colossal fuck-up on my part about three weeks ago that involved the accidental deletion of ntldr.sys and boot.ini while lost in a sea of different windows.
Truth be told, I'm not that broken up about it, except that now I can't play Call of Duty and Photoshop is not at my immediate disposal.
In other news, I need to find a better way to stop thinking than imbibing vicious amounts of alcohol. While this does work in a pinch, it's fucking retarded, and I can't do it every night (which, as of late, seems very unfortunate).
I'm eagerly (and dreadfully) awaiting a letter from a particular lady. This letter will probably say something along the lines of "sorry, but I have absolutely no desire to be in any kind of relationship with you, now or ever." But that's ok. Shit happens.
That justification, unfortunately, does not make the inevitability factor suck any less.
Truth be told, I'm not that broken up about it, except that now I can't play Call of Duty and Photoshop is not at my immediate disposal.
In other news, I need to find a better way to stop thinking than imbibing vicious amounts of alcohol. While this does work in a pinch, it's fucking retarded, and I can't do it every night (which, as of late, seems very unfortunate).
I'm eagerly (and dreadfully) awaiting a letter from a particular lady. This letter will probably say something along the lines of "sorry, but I have absolutely no desire to be in any kind of relationship with you, now or ever." But that's ok. Shit happens.
That justification, unfortunately, does not make the inevitability factor suck any less.