Ugh, the washing machine flooded our apartment.

And all the stuff in my freezer got warm and I have to chuck it.

I hate dealing with bitchy coworkers. Just puts me in a bad mood and makes me want to back hand them.

Soooo, my surgery got moved forwards, so long as no one needs a transplant it will be this Friday, this is the only way I really have of telling people as I have no internets save for my moms phone right now. Blargh. So if I'm not back in a month or so it's because I've been chosen to be in that unlucky five percent that die. Oh joy. Not worried about that though as that's mostly very old people. So long and thanks for all the fish.

If you die, I'll kill you

My grandfather died from pancreatic cancer, sooo, try not to do that.

Best of luck.

As for my complaint? Canadian-related. My hands refuse to hold warmth and the nerves are all out of whack in them, and I am pretty sure there is no way to fix either of them. Man, I hate summer, I hate the heat, but at least my hands are warm.

Having my bandwidth throttled so hard that my lag is obscene even on a MUD.

I thought we covered this. We covered this as thoroughly as a pillow covers an ailing loved one. Kill your hot roommate

_{or enslave her for bashing}

Good Luck with your operation. When you are better, please stop in and let us know how you make out, even if you decide not to return to the game. (PC is usually a life-changing situation regardless of the outcome).

Best of luck, Lawliet.

We're going to have to put down one of the cats tomorrow, or soon, at least. We're pretty sure she has the same thing her sister had (cancer) and there is no way we can afford the treatments for the cat I hate having to do this, but I hate seeing the cat in pain. Meer.

Sometimes I need to remind myself that I'm just getting upset over somebody's IC personally and attitude, because it would just be SILLY if that's how they actually felt and acted. Right?

Actually, it probably is! Punch them in the FACE.

I second that! *Pow Pow*

Thank god it's the weekend. It seems like all the idiots were coming through to me today at work.

throw them to the idiot bin?>_>

I wish I could find a job...

What's up with me that it's as if, in the end, people leave me with these words.."Thanks for everything I learned and for helping me realize things in my life, etc?" What am I, a transition, an "educational" phase in people's lives? Can't I be that person who's special, who makes you feel just as special (if not more), and you'd rather keep and care for? Those people make me think that my being "special" means I'm here to help them, not for them to keep me around.

Just bought something on Steam for the first time in months. Have spent the last hour trying to get it past the first 5 seconds of start up without it crashing.