My day was fine (except for the massive hangover) But one of my best friends rolled his ankle while putting his 3 year old son in the car seat, snapping both bones in the ankle that connect the foot to the leg in 4 places. Out of work for 2 months, and jacked up on really horrible pain relievers.

Today has not been too cool.

For a month now, I've been planning to travel across Texas to my younger sister's baby shower this weekend. As I'm on my way home from work, I get some bad news from a roommate. We recently moved into a new house, and decided to not tell the landowners about our dog because we couldn't afford the pet deposit. Maintenance guy came over to fix something today, saw her, freaked out b/c she's a pit, and told on us. We got a notice a couple hours later saying that if she's not gone by tomorrow, they will "remove" her.

Now I have to hope that they'll let us pay the pet deposit instead of kicking her out. And because of having to pay that- I won't be able to afford the gas to get to my sister's. Shitty.

On top of that- I also just found out that my sister is having complications with her pregnancy and that it might be serious.

Just a lame evening all around.

I particularly want to hear from Yankees fans in this thread.

Had a decent day. Didn't anything extraordinary, but nothing bad happened to me, either.

Nor did anything bad happen to any of my friends.

I think that my week unfolded in contrarian format.

Earlier this week, my Wisconsin email address ceased allowing me to send out email and randomly started not receiving some incoming messages. Unfortunately, this was my main email address on my resume.

Then, I realized that my Sprint salesperson had gone dyslexic in my activation paperwork, causing my recently procured phone number to be incorrect. This was also posted on my resume.

I was somewhat heartbroken at this, as the one job that I really desire was probably filled by the time that I noticed that all of my contact information was fucked in the anus by the malicious fist of fate. I emailed the one job of the highest potential interest on Thursday, fully expecting to be ignored or hear that the position was filled.

Instead, on the 13th I received word that all was well and that I am still in the running for employment.

After that, my boyfriend brought me delicious Indian food for dinner and we proceeded to lapse into a pakora-induced coma on the sofa while watching Man vs. Wild. I prepared some cheese balls for the rooftop party tomorrow and then played a bit of Tony Hawk Proskater 3 and unlocked the movie involving the massive amount of nard racking on the rails.

Overall, Friday the 13th was much better for me than the rest of the week, which also involved iTunes crashing after the iPhone update installed automatically (all of my music is currently loaded on iTunes due to not having room for CDs or albums when I moved out here), Photoshop7.0 crashing due to a corrupt file in my colour configurations, and having to pay about $600 worth of non-rent bills, including my car insurance which was raised about $80 a year due to the accident that BadComrade and I were involved in last July.

steve wrote:(In order)
Ate massive Kuma's burger.
Took short nap.
Went to AVAOSD/Push-Pull/Valina/Haymarket Riot show.
Saw only one of those bands before developing horrible nausea+sweats.
Al noticed me and said something like, "you look like shit."
Had to leave (quite bummed).
Made it home just in time to have explosive diarrhea into toilet rather than taxicab.
Now trying to sleep but still have horrible nausea.

A Vast Amount Of Clostridium Perfringens?

It never crossed my mind. I mean, I knew it was Friday. I knew it was the 13th. I didn't think at all about it being "Friday the 13th." This makes me happy. It was a good day.

steve wrote:(In order)
Ate massive Kuma's burger.
Made it home just in time to have explosive diarrhea into toilet rather than taxicab.

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:I made the mistake of eating some totally foul Indian food in Clarksville, Tennessee, yesterday. Of course, everything was peachy while I was browsing at Borders, but as I was walking across the parking lot to my truck, I was seized by a powerful need to evacuate my bowels.

Ug. Here's a retarded poem I wrote on another thread about this subject.

http://www.electrical.com/phpBB2/viewto ... 430#297430

After two months of ulcer-inducing worry, I found out that I will not be fired from my excellent job.

But you fuckers need to buy more iPods to keep me in business.

I went to a brewer game, and they lost... but it was a great game...