Anywho, happy 2 year anniversary, rantbox. To the naysayers, keeping a blog isn't gay. It's thereupathic, great for nostalgia and whatnot. Best decision I ever made.
So it's 2.10 am and I'm still up. The day wasn't supposed to go down like this, but hey, shit hits the fan. I'm familiar with it, maybe more so than others, but it's like this nasty distant relative you have. Don't see the bugger often, but when you do, you get a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach and prepare to drop the soap, bend over and take it from behind, yes, without the lube sir, without the lube. Side note, I'm very sleepy and might not even sound coherent. But you knew that.
So what shit exactly? Two words, written report. Yeah that beast took up bout 6 hours of both Han Shen's (henceforth abbreviated to HS) and my time. Not going to delve into specifics.
Ah well. Main reason why I felt like penning something down was because I browsed through my previous entries. Eh, did lotsa stupid stuff then. The way I wrote actually surprised the hell out of me. The answers to quizzes did in the past right down to the amount of swearing.
I've become a really, really, fucking huge negative nancy. Funny thing is, I concluded I was always like this. Huh. Who cares.