Shredded

The evening was going so well.
And the next morning it took a surprise twist.
But I was fine with that, until I got home.

And we lost half the power in the house, including our network.
And I lost my wallet after ordering food.
And I lost the rest of the power in the house.
And I realized I hadn't eaten in about a day, and gotten a few hours of crummy sleep.

I'm rather proud I didn't destroy half of the house.
The power is back, and I've found my wallet.
But after just this much typing, my wrists are already sore. Which probably means I have carpel tunnel syndrome. So much for tech support work. And my food still isn't here.

I am not interested in being around people tonight. See you tomorrow.

Oh did I mention?

My pants from Ritual Designs are torn in the crotch, and the vinyl is peeling away from it. Thereby rendering the outfit useless. After the shirt didn't fit three times, and the sleeves are just this side of torn.

Forget breaking dice, I am going to cut their outfit into ribbons and send it back to them. And if anyone ever mentions the company, I will do my best to defame them and their shoddy workmanship.

Fuck Ritual Designs. Fuck them in their Goth ass.

Blood Sugar rising....

I took a short nap, and ate, and talked to Eeyrg.

As a result of all this, I am going to clean a little, write a e-mail to the folks at Ritual Designs expressing my displeasure at the outfit, and announcing my decision to return the outfit. Hopefully I can make a little money back on it.

Then I will meet X and her friends in Harvard Sq. for some pizza, and then I will return here to sleep.

So, a little human contact after all.