somelameo

I got up this morning, got ready, went to the library, worked, even though it was sunny and beautiful outside, not very hard, mind you, but I was working, left around five/five thirty to eat dinner in commons, scored a friend's board card on the walk there, ate a good triple cheese and tomato melt with fries, came back to the library, did more work, then left a little after eleven to go have a drink at this place "Country Bill's" up on Woodstock, but they were closed, so we just went to the Lutz (by 'we', here, I mean me, Orion, Annashay, and Plastic), got a pint of Bud, played some good nudie photo hunt on the touch-screen dealie, came close to setting the high score, too, and then left there after about an hour and a half to get here, the Fireside, before 1:00am and get back to fucking work.

Isn't that cool?

Oh, and then I decided to write that sentence here, for you to read. I like it when my choices annoy even me. I hate you, too, dunx (pre-emptive response to your response).