Laurels and bay leaves

I would like to point out, for those unaware, that Windows 98 is quite possibly the most revolting and utterly shitty program I have ever had the misfortune of dealing with. It truly should not be as hard as it is to burn a DVD, but no, I am put through hell itself to get this shit to work. I truly am amazed at the sheer difficulty of completing such a simple task. Never before have I been so frustrated as I was working on this movie.

Enough about that. I'm leaving for Grandma and Grandpa's tomorrow, up in the Bay Area. Their house is like a second home to me, I love it. I spent every summer there when I was younger, but I don't make it up there often enough anymore. So I'm looking forward to that.

For Christmas I got a massive collection of high-quality colored pencils, a Pink Floyd album, two sweaters, watercolors, a cue stick, calligraphy pens, and other miscellanea that slip my mind. I would really like to use them, but at the moment I'm so wrapped up in this incredible shitfest of DVD creation that I have not had time to enjoy the spoils of the holiday.

And the DVD didn't burn again, erroring twice. That's 2 DVD-Rs I've lost now, and I'm out of time. I hope the Computer Gods come down and smite the PC when I'm on vacation.

I feel... drained. Emotionally empty. Like, I'm angry at the DVD burner, but there's nothing deeper. Even that familiar heartache is gone. It's sort of interesting in a good and bad way. I was tired of me being so depressed recently, but at the same time it's weird to not feel anything at all. I don't feel... real. Kinda.

Damn DVD burners. Screw with your emotional states.