Yet another night of feeling my very existance is cursed.

Whoo, fun. I got a call from a friend, he bought a computer game. He had to use the Vulcan Neck Pinch (ie Ctrl-Alt-Delete) in the middle since it froze, then it messed up his computer. Pretty bad, too. He was missing three or four vital .dll files for Explorer. Major bummer, wish I coulda helped him a bit more. I hung with him for an hour, then tried calling home. Naturally, the line was busy when I clearly stated I would call at 9 for a ride home since he lives across town from me. So at 9:45 I give up and ask for a ride from my friend's mom. When I get home my dad is naturally online, and dosen't get off until 10:30. I can live with him being online, but when I need a ride home it helps not to have a busy signal, yet when he's gonna call at 9, I can't get online from 8:30 in case he calls early, and I have to wait an hour if he dosen't call at 9 until I can get on. I love my parents, but sometimes they are the biggest hypocritical bastards I've ever met. God, I hate my life sometimes.