Because my turd of a line cook is having car problems, and neglected to call and let us know until chef called him half an hour into his shift.
Hey, at least I’m getting a whole extra day off in the future for it.
GOD FUCKING DAMMIT
If you need me, I’ll be scrubbing the fucking bathroom in just my underwear for an hour or two, then taking a long shower and setting everything currently in there on fire.
This thing probably hasn’t been updated since we both had functioning Windows computers (she has a Macbook Pro now and I am primarily using said Macbook) - sometime in late 2009, which I personally consider the greatest year for music in my listening lifetime.
It contains virtually every great track either of us listened to in a prime three or so years of our life, starting with mutual friendship and eventually into a very, very serious relationship, virtually all of it long-distance. She loaded most of her music onto it, and I put plenty of stuff on there myself, both stuff she liked and stuff I was all insistent that she had to listen to - I’ve already listened to like three albums I haven’t even thought about since then (anyone else remember The Pipettes? No one?)
It’s a throwback machine! It’s a preservation of the prime of my youth! It’s a beautiful time capsule that’s already died three times in about two days!