update on the shadow situation: i've changed teams over the past week, and luckily, my shadow was left far behind. i only see him on occasion, as he wanders around in all of his surf ninja glory. apparently he's forgotten all about me since my move, because he hasn't been lighting up my aim with his pointless ramblings.

and for the record: i bite my nails and then file down. i absolutely hate the sound of fingernail clippers. it drives me up a fucking wall. ladies and gentlemen…that is my equivalent of "fingernails on a chalkboard"…

i'm currently on the ass end of a day long coffee crash. it's incredibly hard to maintain that high that a giant mocha with extra chocolate gives you at 9 am. suckin' down coke after coke really isn't improving the situation at all. if only they had a good quality coffee shop in this damn building…