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The workers at the DMV are still as stupid and incompetent as possible. I've had my car for almost 2 months now and I still haven't received the correct title for it. The last one I got had a lien on it from the bank of the previous owner, even though it was paid off at sale. Everytime the DMV screws it up, they keep making ME pay for the correction. Stupid bastards need to be fired. This is why I hate beauracracy, it's job security for the unskilled and incompetent jackasses in life...

I'm so tired and yet so hyper at the same time. I'm so hyper that I'm sweating. I blame the combination of my anxiety medication and these painkillers for my wrist. I don't know what else could have done it.

Also, I want my wrist to be better already.

Me too.

And not just because I want to get that play recorded!

Sooooorrrryyyy. Blame my retarded cat. He ran under my feet while I was too tired to have good reflexes or balance and toppled me over. Right onto my wrist.

Luckily, it's not broken or anything! Just banged up real bad. Doctor says I have to wear a wrist brace and not stress it too much for a few days. Once it stops hurting without me eating pills, I'll be back in action.

Wanted to do this design for someone, offering to do this design for someone, and then... being too anxious and nervous to actually legitimately do it. I wish I had've said I'd do it instead of recommending someone else to do it.

Why do such silly, silly things like these keep me up at night? This is so ridiculous.

I had a panic attack.

It was increadibly frightening.

I think I am still in shock, I feel somewhat different than I did before, and it worries me.

In my experience with it, shock isn't uncommon.

There are bees. In the frame. Of my sliding glass door.

I can hear them buzzing. It is very annoying.

I've only nearly experienced it once after an accident with the table-saw. Smart shop teacher used a girl to keep me from going into shock.................

Maybe I'm just special. >.<

Haha, I can just imagine that, but with my design tech teacher doing it. Mr. Morris, brilliant guy. "Hey, you, yeah you. Come over here would you. Right, now mary would you kindly show us your arse."

I am the king of panic attacks.

Prove it.

My claim of being the king of panic attacks is being challenged.

My ps3 doesn't have enough room on the hard drive to accept my free gifts...Damn you Daraius!

It's all part of their ploy of "free" things.

I had the same problem. There actually is enough room, but there's not enough room to have both the install package and the installation. If only we could move the install package to a USB drive and then install from there.

I can't wait until the nesting season is over and these damn birds get out of my attic. STFU.