2001:October:22
10.22.2001

still mourning the computer. they want 800 bucks for data recover (500 yankee bucks) and I can't afford it. waaaaaa. But Joey said he would let me hang on to a PC of his, so that lessens the blow. But I am still paying for my G4 and this makes me think I should forget macs altogether and write a letter of protest to apple telling them that I give up. It is too expensive to be a mac user.

So this weekend i tried to woop it up, but I got floored by fatigue Friday night (fell asleep in a bar), Saturday night I was doped up on pain relievers, wondering why every month my uterus kicks in on Saturdays of all days. I cuddled a cushion, watching the leafs play very bad, dirty hockey. I think my crush on Matts Sundin is officially over.

Sunday I was gonna get down, though, at Chris' b-day party/alzheimer's benenfit. Bones said: let's go outside and have a smokey treat, and I thought this would be great for cramp alleviation, until he said, as we finished smoking, ' waittasec, I hope this isn't by brother-in-law's stuff, cuz if it is, we are gonna hafta get airlifted outta here.'

fastforward 10 minutes later, I am back at the concert, pie-eyed and barely cognizant of my surroundings. At a certain point I started to realize that we were the loud people at the back of the bar and the people who were trying to listen to the music were giving us dirty looks. My brain could not handle it, and it was my bedtime anyways, so Adam and I walked home through chinatown which is so much fun when you are fuzzy.

I am tired of my schedule that makes me such a sleepy zombie, and I don't know about you, but next weekend I am gonna go dancing.

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