May 31st, 2006

hugh house


My brain hurts like a rhymes with witch.


And I haven't finished drafting my ds_recs post for tomorrow. *sigh*

And ow ow ow.

I am blaming it entirely on the surrounding gangs of idiots.

"This is Mr Clock, Mr Clock says it's five am and you shouldn't be practicing your guitar" and I'm too patient for my own good because that was 1 and 1/2 hours after start of noise.

Also, girl with drumkit in her room? Still here. Still druming.

And yesterday's dept party sucked eggs.