good night and good luck

the clock ticks. less than 12 hours. what the fuck am i doing blogging, then? one last hit before i pull the plug for the weekend... begin separation anxiety.

for nick-o, the price of helping me today was his car. which died, was brought back to life, then towed. i ruin everything i come near.

when i post again, i shall be somewhere new. (well, i'll probably just be at work.) a fade to black shall indicate a passage of time...