And then, I checked my email, and realized two things:
a) I'm really fucking far behind on Sweet Anthem Press/Don't Kill the Messenger stuff, and school starts tomorrow, not to mention the five billion things I need to get done before the show in a week and a half. [By the way, rakastaa, I borrowed one of the photos you send me - the one of your guitar - for the cover of issue 2. it's pretty swank, I'll send you one when they're done.]
b) my friend Patrick is getting shipped out to Kuwait on Valentine's Day. That fucking sucks. I fucking hate the current administration. Remind me not to work for the Homeland Defense system as originally planned. I'm not advocating senseless war or terrorism.
I was going to pull an all-nighter, but fuck it all, I think I'm going to bed. I feel like crying for too many reasons and it's cold as Hell in my room.