it feels like 2000. i went to sleep at 8:30, 9, 9:30? i don't remember. i woke up at one and 2 something, although it broke my flannel sheets' heart to do so. i think i wasted an hour or two doing i have no idea what on my computers, but i managed to stumble outside while stores were still open. i think joe came with me.
i went to the local computer type store, to try to get a usb thing for my motherboard again (i don't know if phik's was bad or if it had the wrong wires). the guy said he sold the one he had, but if i come by at six i could pick one up. the 6th? no. 6 pm. in 2 hours. i don't even want to think about where he was going to get it. joe says to make sure i pay with cash.
i have a receipt here for some furniture, so we must have made it back to the furniture store while it was still open. while we were there another patron asked the owner (well, he's the only guy i've seen working there) when they closed. "hmm today? let's see..." and looked at his watch... a minute goes by... the patron says "6 ok?" "yeah that sounds good." joe made me pay in cash.
then we watched like 17 hours of hockey. the BU crowd came up with innumerable chants, mostly involving one team or another sucking this or that. after the game a subway guitarist and some old (presumably homeless) man almost got into a brawl.
ok sleep.