it's 1:30 am

yes, it's one in the morning, and here i am, on the internet, looking for something to occupy my time. i'm starting to get bored, as there's nobody on IM to talk to, but who would be? strangely enough there are actually several people online, but nobody's talking to me. not that that's much of a surprise, only two or three people talk to me via IM on a regular basis.

so, in conclusion, here i am! talking to myself through the pretext of posting shit for people to read. (but since nobody reads it, i'm talking to myself)

in the next few minutes i'll probably regress to my gamecube and play harvest moon for another few hours. before i trekked upstairs to get on the internet shortly after midnight, i had been playing harvest moon since i got home from work at quarter after nine. (no, i didn't speed, i left work a few minutes early)

i think i'm catching a cold. i blame this on joe, he's been saying he hasn't been feeling totally up to par the last couple days, so i'm blaming him if i get sick. why? because i can. nobody's gonna argue with me anyway, because nobody's gonna read that.

boy, o boy, valentines day is a mere eight days away. can't you just smell the excitement here? yea, didn't think so. i really don't like valentines day all that much. it's not because i'm being a whiner and saying i hate it because i never get anything, on the contrary i don't want anything to begin with. in fact, when i do get something, it sends me on a guilt trip. (not the lil box-of-20 valentines with teh cartoon characters on them or a "fun" size bag of candy, i'm talking about actual valentines gifts, flowers, whatever) that and i can never get a guy anything for valentines day anyway (not that i have to worry about that currently, thank god) they're so damn hard to buy for. to sum it all up: valentine's day is stupid.

ok, well, i'm running out of things to talk to myself about, imagining that i'm talking to other people but really just kidding myself, SO i'm gonna go farm some more. my brother was watching me play and kept telling me that i abused my chickens and my wife and my kid and that my goat was making a weird noise b/c she was in heat. yea, well, my brother's just like that, so i ignored him for the most part.

some food for thought:
Never cut what you can untie