nirix5 | Pssh.

I'm thinking I should break out the paints again. I keep meaning to, and never really get around to it. At least I have my art supplies back, and access to colored pencils. Joy. Now all I need is some inspiration, go figure.

Today was a horrible day at work. So incredibly hellish that it warrants an paragraph in this entry. First off I broke the laptop, and Dad had to fix it. Then we went to BFC to cut down the station cables, except that Dan had cabled the whole wing of the building BACKWARDS. What was supposed to be data cables were telephone and vice versa, and there wasn't enough cable to re run it, so we had to re wire the whole damn thing at the switch. And to top it all off a couple of punk kids with mullets broke the windsheild on the truck by throwing rocks at it.

I have nothing to say, really. But as this is my last entry for the night, I feel that I should leave a profound statement of some sort.

And I... don't have one. Pssh.

"Once I was skydiving and I hit a bird." ~Lance

That will have to suffice for now. And "they" cancelled Dark Angel. The motherfuckers should burn in hell.