Oh, Christ.
I see now what a friend of mine was talkign about. Drinking and playing FPSs takes skill. You have to drink just enough to stay loose and flexible, but not so much that it fucks with your ability to frag.
I was doing fine for an hour or so, but then my buddy Jack started to get to me and I totally lot it. Jason fragged me. Not once. Not twice. Multiple times. I cannot let this insult pass. I will have to ... discipline him.
After I take some aspirin and turn off the sun. Hangovers are a bitch.
Not a good day. Got a letter today informing me that me graduation application was rejected because I didn't have all the required classes for my major. I'm all, what is this shit? Went to my advisor, who made a phone call and told me that they're saying I've gotta take Software Engineering I and II. I'm all 'Uh-huh. Right. You said I didn't.' She said 'Sorry.' Jaysus. Sorry, huh? You bet your bony ass you are.
Spent the afternoon making calls. No help. The mojo ain't working. Goodbye, job lined up for after graduation. Goodbye emabrassingly large paycheck. Goodbye the chance of escape from this hellhole.
Hello Jack Daniels.
Fucknuts, all of 'em. I've got a bottle of jack, a sweet machine on the desk I like to call 'Signing Bonus,' a helldesk sentence to pay it off, and a CS server.
I'm gonna frag some ass.
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Oh, I forgot to say something else: Fuck.
Parental units phoned up again. The usual stuff -- the paternal unit wanted tech support for OE and the maternal unit wanted to bitch at me to cut my hair and whine that I never called them. Told the paternal unit to get an email account with a real ISP that provides shell accounts and use elm. After he laughed at that I walked him thru OE setup and left it opening all attachments automatically. I run BeOS; I'll be ok. I think he's only got my yahoo address anyway.
Lusers the both of 'em. There's some 151 around here somewhere...