So here I am, once again, killing time at Quiet Storm. I feel like I all but live here when my computer's in the shop (which, by the way, the guy called me today. Sounds like the whole problem is caused by spyware and trojans -- ugh). I wish I was hungry, but I'll walk back over here after my eye doctor's appointment. Here's hoping she tells me I'm allowed to swim again. Fuck. If I walk down there now, then I'll be really fucking early, but I don't know what else to do. I guess I just feel out of sorts today. It'll pass. It always does.