last night after work, i headed over to guy's place to hang out, eat some dinner, and shoot the shit. we cooked up some spaghetti and hung out for a while, talking about our various girl troubles and everything else. conversations with guy are always terribly interesting because we both have an insane proclivity to go off on wild tangents that somehow always loop back into what we were originally talking. huge looping stories that elicit other stories and cracked comments and who knows what else. then there's also the points we both hit, sometimes, when we look at the other and say "what was i talking about?" typical.

we talked for quite a while, after dinner, then headed to the grocery to pick up some ice cream, yogurt, starburst jellybeans, or whatever. then we camped back out at his place, listening to whatever and complaining about women. isn't that the way it always goes?

code red may be effectively dead, but you should keep your eyes open for nimda. that one is lookin' pretty nasty. early warning may help this situation, though. i'm fairly certain most people that were affected by code red are not eager to have it repeat.

i'm still working on securing pre-paid cell phone access to be able to communicate with the outside world.

and if you have any spare motherboards, processors, powerbook g4s, ram, video cards, or audio cards laying around…please . i seriously need to build a new computer real quick-like.