Very few things have shaken my faith in the human race to the extent that this has. And of course it had to happen when I had a borrowed lappy.
I am not best pleased. I would be over the moon at a nice resolution to this, but there isn’t one in sight. This sucks on so many levels.
A king’s dinner.
Fiona Apple has just saved the universe with her new album.
I wrote (hacked and CPed) an extension.
I wrote (hacked and CPed) a Greasemonkey script.
I cleaned bottom-juice off of a fucking wall.
My life is better for these things.
I need a wimminz. Now.
[edit] okay, another one.
Okay, this is weird. I’ve suddenly got this atrocious, acute hunger spasm growing in my stomach, despite the fact I had a big plate of chips about four hours ago. I mean serious. I’m losing blood here.
I think I’ve got Meltin’s Worm.
I need tea before I pass out. Passing out. That’s how bad this is. Jesus.
[edit] I take it back: it’s just a hyper-adrenaline rush. I’m off my tits. What brought this on?
[take 3] I’m not even kidding! What the hell? I haven’t even taken cough medicine in five hours!
Definition: Ubuntu. All the benefits of a fork, and you can eat jelly with it too.
I really need to find out how best to mark up a definition.
