Twelve Fucking Hours

I neeeeeeed to get a life. Yet another 12 hour shift at work. I did a whole shed load of installs and we still had 130 calls in the queue. Fuck-socks.

I can’t believe I’ve had yet another night of not playing on my new GameCube (I don’t care what you say , ‘Cubes rock). I think I’m gonna change the black to some kind of hologram type thing like my old Inwin case. Then I’m gonna add some frosted plexi in the front somewhere and link it to the LED so when it lights up it looks pretty. Yay!

I had a day without a headache today… woooo! I have one now though, so it didn’t last long. Oh well, if I die of some brain tumour or something at least people will read this and realise I wasn’t making it up… maybe…

Tony’s Xmas pressie got delivered today too, it’s got a broken box, but apart from that it’s cool *grin*.

Now should I go on MSN… or straight to bed. MSN or bed. It’s like Daddy or chips…