Friday was cool. My party was schweet. Thanks to everyone for coming. I did end up getting a little cranky after the screen door bit the big one, but no biggie. Mucho alcohol left over. Thank you, Perry, for the t-shirt. Thank you, Nichole and Tony, for your gifts. Thank you, and for the Megatron. Thank you, for the comp. Thank you, Cho Cho (you screen-wrecking fiend) for your gift. And if you ever pop vicoden and drink alcohol at a party I’m throwing agian, I’m calling the cops.

Saturday was Mongolian BBQ with the parental units, who gave me some money towards my exhaust repair and many books on writing style, as well as a tuition loan. Oh, and laundry soap. Oh, and they teased me about my hangover. Gotta love ’em. :) Then I gamed at Fortress, which was fun.

Sunday was lazy. Mucho reading, and a little hanging out. I hate the 80’s.

Yesterday was work, and I moved my computers and table back into my room. By the way, how hard is it to load a dishwasher correctly? Glasses and cups on the top, along with maybe some misc stuff… plates, pots, pans, silverware on the bottom. It’s DESIGNED that way. It doesn’t CLEAN RIGHT if you put all the big plastic cups on the bottom… they fly all over the damn inside of the dishwasher, and nothing gets clean. That wastes electricity, water, and soap. Christ. I can’t count how many times a certain roommate of mine has overloaded the dishwasher, or put too much shit down the garbage disposal, and then wonders why shit doesn’t work.

I wonder what will happen today.