So...

So... if it's done and all, why do I feel empty?

Damnit, you know what this means? Do you have any idea what this means? It means I'm a lost cause.

Last time I went to Flippers (been, what, a month now?) I spent a lot of time on a spot near the window. There are screw holes with stripped paint in the metal frame, and one can put their finger on the neon and then put another finger near that hole and feel arcs of electricity course through your body. It stings, it hurts, it sucks. After I've had enough I pull my hand away, call myself stupid for playing with it. I nurse the irritation, then look at it. I remember the feelings. It's not 100% pleasant, but it's 100% real. It's powerful.

So, if you ever wonder my motivations sometimes... there you have it. Positive or negative, at least it's not zero.

In other news, new computer is built and stable enough for me to start dumping on. I'm still trying to figure out what programs I had on the old machine I wanted to keep and reinstalling them. I've got lots of drive space, but some things aren't available anymore and I have to go archive diving to see if I can find them. Such as, I like Paint Shop Pro 6, but I can't install it from my archives because the 6.02 patch from Jasc no longer exists. Arg.

Oh, and, I was in a bad mood yesterday night and today until I saw what is in this link...

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