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About 3 inches above my sock drawer stands the monitor for a machine running Yoper, the hottest new Linux distro since knoppix back in september. Its fully equipped with a school connection and features everything you need to browse the Internet and check your mail, including a news ticker running on the "k bar" in KDE. As soon as we get the coffee maker and hot water heater, room 3 will have its very own Internet cafe. It's already the imdb machine of choice for much of the residency.

Today was a good day. I woke up pretty late, watched some American football for a little while, talked to some people, and worked on the backend to my site. After hours of toil through half the jets game and all of shaolin soccer, I have an alpha stage comments system up. What this means is that you now have the power to call me a stupid motherfucker and have me host it! I don't track IP, I don't require authentication of any sort; hell I don't do anything. That's because I'm lazy and I wanted something working before I went to sleep. I have two rules; 1. Nobody post as author "jay" or "god", as those are reserved for me, and 2. Don't post as someone else. Thats it. If things go fine, I'll leave it like this for a while. If you try to abuse me, I'll get lorde omlette on you.

Because I hurt my knee all that time ago, I need to see a(my) surgeon tomorow morning (actually, its today now) at 9:30. But instead of going home tonight and enjoying an actual dinner, I decided to foolishly stay behind to get work done and sleep in my own bed. The cost? Waking up at 6:00 and rushing home to go to the doctor. We'll see tomorow whether or not this is a good thing, but I can assure you, regardless, it will make me grumpy.

I've noticed something odd about almost all of my trips home; my trek through the city loses uniqueness every day. The memories of each trip used to be stored in discrete blocks with seperation and clarity, but trying to fill the memory with even more trips has overloaded the blocks, the seperation, and blended everything together. Its almost as if I was never really awake, walking through the city. Its a strange feeling.

Another strange feeling is walking into a room trying to confirm my suspicions that mysql_error() was in fact the php mysql error function, and being asked to dispose of a used condom. Unfortunately for me, mysql_error() was the function, and I didn't even have to fucking go down there in the first goddamn place. In a twist of irony, the enemy was forced to dispatch this vile curse spawned from some bizzare ritual. It brings completely new meanings to works of art made previously.

In other news, I'm going to be killed by some big guy for the rants of an insane liar. Oh well, at least the death will be fun. Nothing like fits of rage imbued with passion, right? I gotta go to sleep soon so I can wake up.. soon. Later.