I'm not one to complain about not having enough time. So.. i'm not going to start. But I will yell at myself for being the WORST at time management. Ok Allen, you had alot of shit to do this weekend. Did you accomplish any of it? No. I know you tried, but eff that, you coulda tried harder. Don't let little things like video games and girls and friends distract you from your duties. Now you gotta go and provide yourself some more stress just to make sure that things are done. Eesh man, what are you gonna do? Don't be stupid.

In response to myself, I think I'm just afraid to apply myself because I don't want to fail. It's easier to tackle something head on when you know you'll succeed... it's harder when you're stricken with self doubt. Ok ok, that's just an overglorified excuse to say i'm a procrastinator that doesn't want to try harder then I have to.

Eff you. On to the weekend summary:

Friday: Worked, registered domains for secret project. Went home, started doin stuff, ended up napping and figured I'd do stuff later. Got called and woken up, went out with Paul to host his two fine cute friends. See? Good friends share. Sharing is caring. Oh yea, Joe and Tim came. They're always a treat. I also thought I destroyed my clutch, and was worried about it all day and night. Decided to install this old game that I never got around to playing.. and played it on and off throughout the whole weekend.

Saturday: Woke up with full intention of working on secret project. Start doin some stuff... you know, figuring out how to transfer domain names... where to locate perl script stuff... what mail servers... couldn't find anything. What made it worse, I think the password to the server that was given to me was changed or erased. Complications... i'll figure it out later. Then Joe and Tim came with me to Boston Market (a man's gotta eat) and Tim informed me about football. So of course, I had to watch the Steelers get cheated out of a win by the Titans, and watch the Eagles ROMP the Falcons. Guess we know which birds are better. Then I remembered Paul wanted to go to church tomorrow, so I went to sleep.

Sunday: Of course, Paul decided to put himself in some sort of coma-induced sleep and would not wake up for his life. No Church for me. Then Joe (my buddy this weekend) took me to lunch at the Drexel Cafeteria. Always a treat. Then I watched football (Go Raiders!) and played some more of my game. Paul came over. God decided to punish Paul for not going to church by giving him a massive headache. I didn't care. I was hungry. So we decided to go foodshopping. Anyway, I made hamburger helper and joe and paul ate it. Paul made cookies and didn't seem to enjoy them with his headache.

The End.

My god. This is the most boring weekend summary I've ever written. The world blew up and we all died. Jeez. At least that woulda made it somewhat interesting.

EFF.