I can't think for the life of me what I was going to put down here. I think it might have been a rant about the job thing, but I don't think so. That's really not something I see any need to rant about, honestly, so I'm at a bit of a loss.

Have been thinking a bit about this weekend, though. People keep asking if I'm "excited" about the party or my birthday and I've said that I'm not. This is true. I've rarely been one to get excited in general and these days I really don't have the emotional capacity for it (or much of anything else, really). I do have a few goals for the weekend, though. I fully intend to abuse my liver and cebreal functions, for instance. Additionally, I think we'll have to see what we can do about fucking someone within the next seven days. This, I think, is a primary goal. I may go so far as to say that should this *not* occur, I will consider the week a loss. A bit of overimportance, perhaps? Yes, I suppose, but that's the type of person I am. You should know that by now.

Get this. According to the nerve.com, this is my horoscope (preceeded by a Hamlet quote):

Season your admiration for a while." (I, ii)
(You are likely to want someone who is already committed to another.)

*That* is beyond funny. I mean, for fuck's sake, that's the story of my entire life...

Anyway, it's time for me to shove off. Doin' karaoke again tonight and that may good for lifting my spirits a bit since it's s'posed to be a decent-sized crowd tonight.