St. Patrick's day was a blast.
Dennis the Mad Law Student visited, and the two of us paraded down Mass St. with two rifuckingdiculously big turkey legs. After proceeding to get drunk at a Mexican restaurant (turkey legs still in tow), we visited the video store with his girlfriend and, of course, dive-bombed the porn section in what I'm sure must have been a drunken, hilarious scene. Afterwards, I climbed the balcony upstairs into the show apartment and used its facilities... thrice. Enter Nikki el DJ and Rock Band until 5 in the morning.
...then Wednesday unleashed its vengeance.
My laptop's charger fried itself, along with one of my USB ports busting. I bit the bullet and bought a new one. I took my vehicle in for new brake pads and was bent over to pay for new rotors and the like as well. Needless to say, not cheap. After leaving the shop (and them closing for the day), I hear the same beautiful grinding sound from my car's spinning tire parts. How lovely.
But that all changes tonight, since I'm mountain-bound and I refuse to let even my aching ankle break my spirit. I'll find my optimism in the bottom of a flask or coffeecup... whatever comes first.
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