Testing Ping.fm... for the fucking nth time.

What a productive day... NOT.

now at home. No need for him to ask himself whether he'll be relaxing now or not.

Bless the nostalgia.

Bless the motherfuckers.

Bless the taxi.

Come on, come on.

2 more to go.

Maximum of 30 plurks per day... not enough, I believe.

Not attending tonight's class, working on 2D finals... Another f'n period of hell.