except, of course, for when it's not

****! (insert obscenity of your choice. hell, insert obscene tirade of your choice.)
figured out why the results for two of my sims made no sense. damn program decided to MAKE UP its own boundary conditions. FOR NO APPARENT REASON. this has led to a wasted hour in which i fight with the computer to make it do what i want instead of whatever the hell it wants. victory is mine, but it wasted time.

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friday is a wonderful day. just because it means the next day is saturday, which means i can SLEEP IN.

(oh, and my long running missing package saga is over. i finally got the 2nd replacement, which was sent special delivery and showed up at 8am this morning. it only took all of february for me to get it. now i'm ready to rip royal mail a new one for their massive incompetence. it beggars belief that they could "lose" not only close to a dozen dvds, but also TWO packages, one of which was sent registered mail, all since new years!)

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the asshole downstairs needs to DIE. slowly. painfully. with a stop in auditory hell first, just so he's thankful when death finally does arrive. which it won't, for a good long time. we;ll start with the chinese water torture. then the disemboweling. unwrap the intestine entirely. then torch it.

i was in a good mood when i got home. all i wanted to do was have my dinner, put on something comfy, and curl up in front of the fire with a book. in a word, chill. but instead, i'm trying to keep my cool because that fucker is making the house shake as usual. dammit, if my floor is shaking, i want it to be due to MY music. and that happens very rarely. cause i'm just not deaf enough to need the music cranked up that high under normal circumstances. it gets turned up only when i'm extremely frustrated. or during music wars. but i don't really feel like turning it up. i am not in a mood for loud.