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Well well well.... My stupidfuckingpeiceofgoddamnmotherfuckinghorseshitsonofabitchass home computer is BROKEN AGAIN! AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!! ARGUGUGUGUGHHGHGHGHG!!!!! *Puff* *Puff* This has not been the greatest of weeks. Mostly because I've been just plain TIRED and run down and haven't felt like doing much else but sleep in front of the t.v. I've just been dragging myself through each day, doing what absolutely HAS to be done. I have a million things to do that I just plain don't feel like doing....laundry, grocery shopping, cage cleaning, phone calls, blah blah blah.... I haven't even felt like cleaning the fish tank! Oh MY! It's usually very relaxing to me, fiddling with fish poo. Don't ask me why. I finally got around to it last night, I've been putting it off for a couple of weeks now. At least that's done.

The computer thing really really really PISSES me off though. I JUST got the fucker up and running happy again. Then, out of nowhere...BZZT! VIRUS! Seems my shitty ass anti-virus wasn't running. I don't know what happened. I was on THIS SITE, reading someone's diary when I clicked on the God-for-saken link that threw my computer into spasms. I'm paying for fucking DSL, damnit, I want to be able to USE it! So now I have to wait for Melanie to come over and rescue me again. Ron's pretty good with computers, too. He was able to spot five viruses the other night. He says he got rid of them, but it's still not working. I don't know...I just don't have the patience (or the money) for it. I just wish the shit would work without breaking every five fucking minutes. I need a Mac. FUCK MICROSOFT! FUCK THEM ALL TO HELL!!!!! Awright...enough, I'm pissing myself off again...pfft, what else is new.

So anyway, the same day my computer exploded, my brother was over at my house for the first time in forever. I miss him. Ever since he and I obtained new partners, we haven't had much time to hang out. I count him as one of my friends. He's so funny and cool to hang out with. The only thing about him, is that he's kinda selfish. He tends to not be interested in things unless there's something in it for him. I guess that stems from the fact that he's had a really hard couple of years. He was out of a job for a long time and having such a horrible time just surviving. All in the name of getting into the career path he'd been trying SO very hard to get into for the past ten years...sound engineering. The guy is extremely talented and has a fabulous ear. He's a complete whiz at pro-tools and computers and all that shit. His main problem was the fact that when he finally decided to try, full time, to get into the field, it was already saturated by all the college grad fucks. Well, he's finally gotten his dream sound engineering job making great money. I'm so proud of him....he struggled for so long. But in the process, he's become so preoccupied with himself and his needs.

So, anyway...I finally saw him on Tuesday. I had called him a week before and left a message, he never called me back. So I called him again on Tuesday, left him a message to "please call me back you BUTTMONGER!" This got a response. We decided to hang and he needed to work on his brakes in my driveway. We had a good plan, he'd work on his car, I'd tool around on the 'puter and take care of the pets and then we'd make a nice dinner. It all went to shit after less than an hour. He started having major problems trying to fix his car, my computer fucked up... After three hours I gave up on the computer, he gave up on his car because it was getting dark and I was starving. He wasn't hungry because he'd just eaten a few hours before. I had to eat so I did while he tried to figure out what the fuck was up with my shitty computer... I ended up having to drive him all the way to his girlfriends because he couldn't fix the car. I was tired and cranky by the time I got home. An altogether shitty evening.

That is...'til good 'ol Ron came over. I had my undies all in a knot, stressed out over miscellanious bullshit. He helped me to completely relax within five minutes of his arrival. We had a few beers, watched some t.v., cuddled. Then he worked on my computer some while I went to sleep. That's when he managed to find the viruses. The next morning my brother got a ride back early to try to do something about his car. Ron was there 'til about one, when he has to leave for work. He helped my brother with his car some (he's just a Godsend, that boy, knows about CARS too....*sigh*....I'm so in love...he's SUCH a man...ahem) and even gave him a ride to work. That day I really didn't feel like working, I was sooooo very tired. I don't know why.

After work I'd promised to go pick up a 55 gallon fish tank from some friends. I'd babysat for this wonderful family's two girls for almost ten years. I've known them for 12 years now and I still pet sit for them occasionally. The one girl has had this fish tank since she was five. They replaced it with an acrylic tank about five years ago. I'd always help her with it 'cause I'm the fish nerd and she could never really keep it clean. She'd always get nasty snail infestations, too. I knew I'd end up with this tank. The girl is gonna be a senior in highschool next year and she just doesn't have time for it anymore. Naturally they offered it to me. FINALLY! I've been waiting for this! I'm a dork! But picking it up was a major pain. I had to help drain it, take some of the fish back to the pet store, blah. Putting it in my car was a drag and a half. The mom helped me. So by the time I got home I was so exhausted. I was expecting Ron so I wanted to take a nap and then work on the tank when he got there. Naps never work out for me. I always end up falling asleep and being dead tired when I wake up. So Ron got there, let himself in and woke me gently. I was in a piss poor mood again...but not for long :) But I started complaining about how I had to clean my filthy tank, there's a stinking tank in my car, I'm tired...yadda yadda. Well, he took that tank out of my backseat all by himself. He told me to stop freaking out, there's plenty of time to do everything.... I'm such a stupid stress case sometimes, I swear. He helped me relax once again and we played a nice game of Scrabble. I kicked his butt again! But only for the second time.

Yea, so I'm just rambling on about this week, aren't I? All in all it's really been okay, I've just been feeling a little low. I, and I'm sure billions of others, go through these times occasionally. For no good reason. There are so many other huge problems in the world and I'm worried about cleaning my stupid fish tank. Fuck.

So tonight I gotta go to my parents. No usual drive out to Ron's to spend a lovely weekend with him. I don't get to see him 'til tomorrow night. I'm going to my parents tonight because they live about an hour away and I'm going to a baby shower with my mom tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. The shower is another hour out from my parents. There is no way in HELL I'll make it on time if I leave from my house tomorrow morning. This shower is for one of my mom's good friend's daughters. I used to play with her as a kid. I haven't seen much of her through our teenage/adult years. Last I saw her I think it was her wedding....four years ago. I'm sorta looking foward to this, but I'm not too fond of baby showers. They bore me to fucking TEARS.

Okay, time to get back to work and finish out the day. My boss comes back Monday and I should really make sure everything is done. No more slacking.....for now. Later!