I was planning to go to Michelle's new night at the Element Pub and take some pictures. I was a bit tired so I thought I'd have a little nap on the couch before going. That was around 7:30 last night. I woke up at 6 am this morning. I guess I was more tired than I thought. Oops. Sorry, Michelle.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/63027.html

Just a couple little details from my day that I'd thought I'd toss in for no reason:

In addition to fixing the garberator I also performed minor surgery on the big toe of my left foot. I think it counts as surgery when you are removing flesh and jamming steel a centimetre under the toenail (grossed out yet?). Once again, I hate waiting around for someone to fix something I can fix myself. It had to be done. My toe is happy now.

I'm sick of all the fucked up crazy people. Listen up: It isn't cool to be fucked up. It isn't cool to cultivate your stupidity. It isn't cool to need 4 different pills to make it through the day. Stop cultivating it and get over it. Just because there is a label for your disease doesn't excuse your behaviour. Grow the fuck up.

I spent the last two weeks thinking that Ivana didn't want to talk to me anymore because she never got back to me after I asked her out to dinner. So here I am not mentioning it, pretending not to be hurt and talking myself into crushes. Well, it turns out that she thought I was to get back to her and it was I who did not want to talk to her.