Craptacular weekends...
What can be said about the past weekend...feh. first, I gotta say it. FUCK YOU, BIKE THIEVES! Yeah, Nates Pista got stolen...fat load of shit. Really.
The day was then followed into the evening with a truly uninspiring party, a restless nights sleep, crappy pho the next day, and spending $60 at Target for a fat load of nothing-really.
To add petty bitching to my dubious re-emergence to the blogosphere...i'm fucking swamped with homework and work-work (the kind I get paid for) and at 8:15 on Sunday night...instead of doing any of it...i'm about to curl up in bed with a book and get down to some serious sleepage. Oh, no doubt, I will freak the hell out tomorrow when I realize how much shit I have to do...but I will get it done.
And with that, my friends, I bid you good night...i'm shutting the loverly Mac off for the night and letting my brain do some calisthenics on its' own...
