I tried to make this extremely tedious update yesterday, but Diaryland kept hanging up on me.

I am boring. I don't update, because I ahve nothing to say. I think about many things and I see newsstories I would love to comment on, but when it comes time to actually doing it, I just don't feel like it. Lazy and boring.

So, I pretty much ran out of things worth renting at Blockbuster, so I figured I would check out the show 24. Holy cod, am I hooked on this now. Every single episode is a damn cliffhanger, which would be annoying if I didn't have the immediate gratification of the next episode on the disc. Of course, I nearly killed someone when disc 5 wasn't in three days ago. Color me obsessed. David Palmer's wife? Needs to die, that cunt.

Anyway, my quote came from a recent Bunny email. I am not going to go into detail, because I figure that right should be reserved for her, but let's just say that our group of snert slayers got together to send her a happy househunting present. She finally received it today and god damn, was it difficult to keep our tongues silent while wiating for her to get it. I am just happy she finally did and that she enjoyed our efforts. We love you, BunBun. Don't ever doubt that.

I might be able to get a new computer soon, which also means a cable modem. I might get back into writing and stuff if I don't have to wait three hours for a page to load. I might even get more serious about redesigning my layout (again) if the programs decide they can run at a better capacity. That will be super!

God, I have so little to say, I am even boring myself right now.

I shall take my leave of you, gentle readers, to find what awaits me on the world wide web. Mayhaps the wackiness of the net shall inspire me once again.