This is fucking bullshit. So much so that I'm actually writing about it. Me and Jess decided that we were going to finish a story. I don't think she thinks I'm as into finishing it as I am. So here I am. Typing out the part that we had talked about for over an hour. Stupid me just wrote down notes of what was supposed to happen. Normally I'm okay with working off of that. It's better than just typing off of paper. Well, today I'm all into it and writing my little tail off. Jessica would have been proud. Yeah, getting to the point, I promise. So there I am happy as a clam. Bam. Our shitty ancient fuse box decides to blow a fuse. Off goes the puter. That was horrifying...But not the end of it.

I won't bother writing anything of importance. I have nothing to say anyway. I just thought I should at least post SOMETHING since I've been on here all day making this look right. Meh. I'm going to go crawl in a hole now. =[

Meh.