  Horrible, horrible day. Agh, I'm going to write a lot about this this weekend, at my dad's, who now has internet again. Wasn't I prophetic? Let's ennebreate this a bit and say I have the worst luck of anyone in the entire world, and I have some people that can testify to that. And I'll publish the essay this weekend to celebrate my longest time without having a "woe fucking me" speech. For now, I need to go record and stop my guts from fucking aching me to death. Death, what a novel and wonderful idea. 
