"Hi there, I'd like to trade my life in for a new one, please. This one sucks."

Saturday: worked on Project W and finished it. Yea!
And it rained and it rained...

Sunday: rode the bus into the San Fernando Valley and was picked up by jfoxdavis.
Spent the rest of the day and evening at his and selenesue's home, with other friends of theirs.
I showed 'em various Star Wars Lego sets and we chatted about this and that.
And we ate some delicious experimental stew. It started out as onion soup and turned into curry-veggie-meat stew.
I had brought a couple of DVDs, but we wound up talking and not watching any DVDs.
Well, we drooled over the Food Channel's special all-chocolate show. That was the extent of our TV watching.
And it rained and it rained and it rained...

Monday: Started building a website from scratch for Project Y.
Thanks to numerous online tutorials, was able to figure out how to make a mouse-over link with changing graphics!
OH NOES, Javascript! Also, learning a lot of HTML.
Can't get the font to change on the page, eventhough I'm using the new "style" tags.
Looked for a new place to live. Found a couple, called and left messages.
Went to visit one. Tiny bedroom, seriously tiny. House on top of hill, 45 degree grade. Too expensive. Owie.
Roommate #1 (aka Adam Sandler) said he wanted me out by March 1st instead of March 31st. Asshole.
Roommate #2 (aka Pelé) said nothing, because that's what he does. He lets Adam handle everything. Jerk.
No sign of plumber supposed to come and unclog bathtub (defective since I moved in on 12/31/04).
And it rained and it rained and it stopped raining and it rained again...

Tuesday (Today): Up at 6am. Went to USC Medical Center with the sibling to apply for financial assistance.
It was obtained. Returned "home" and worked on various stuff on the computer.
Got a call from second room listing and made appointment to visit in evening.
Went to visit it. Nice and clean, unlike this piece of shit apartment I'm currently in. Friendly roommates.
Will know by Sunday if it's yay or nay. I'm not holding my breath.
Found piece of paper slipped under door upon return to crapartment. Puts in writing what Adam Sandler told
me the previous day: leave by March 1st and get your security deposit back. Don't and don't.
Ignored him for the rest of the night, didn't want to get mad and do or say something regrettable.
Checked room listings, printed flyers for next Drumonic event at Nirvana (Wed Mar 2nd).
And it RAINED and it RAINED and it RAINED and it RAINED and it won't MOTHERFUCKING STOP RAINING!!

So right now, my life is a big bucket of suck.
How's yours?