In the worst of moods.

I haven't been able to even come close to sleeping. I've been awake this whole time, just perusing all sorts of internet content. I have so much on my mind, and it's driving me up a fucking wall. I guess I've been managing pretty well on the time, as it is nearly 5:00 AM. That means I just have to occupy myself for another couple hours or so, and then I can get on with my day.

Back to this past night. It was just completely shitty. Nothing ever seems to go like it's supposed to. I'm debating on just going back up to New York either tomorrow afternoon or early Saturday morning. I don't even know why I came down here in the first place. Well, actually I do, but whatever. Hopefully something interesting will happen tomorrow, after I take care of the little bit of business that I want to take care of.

I would definitely like to blurt out all of my thoughts on here right about now, such as why I'm upset and whatnot, but it's a bit personal I guess and I don't just want to go flinging that kind of stuff on the internet.

On a slightly less shitty note, I downloaded a bunch of multimedia to keep me occupied at least for a few hours. I'm waiting another few minutes so I can download the second half of a file I was trying to get (currently 9 minutes until I can complete the download), which would be Cosmic Gate's top 10 tracks for November. I also downloaded this past weeks Weeds, Boardwalk Empire, and Dexter episodes, along with a couple recent "Late Late Show"s with Craig Ferguson. I'm sure that with my down time tomorrow, I'm going to load this baby up with much more.

I have to get a hold of Joey's dad and find out if he ever was able to do anything with my desktop. I really want to get those files off of there. While I was up in New York, I connected both of my external hard drives to my laptop, and neither of them had my digital camera pictures from the past 6 years. Luckily, one of them did have my older digital artwork (or at least most of it), so I'm happy about that. But, basically every picture that I've taken since 2004 is on my desktop, and I certainly don't want those to be lost. I have some really good ones, and I'll be so pissed.

Why does me coming home always make for a really shitty time? Ugh.

Well, until the morning, I suppose. I hope things get better, and not just a temporary better, either.