Another Month Bites The Dust.

Another month is in the bag, and there's not much to report on. Jenny has been working her poor little body to death over this job, school has been ultra frustrating lately, and an old addiction has reared its head again. Yes, that's right: The Matrix. It's back and as big as ever. I got Jenny and her sisters into it and I've been the worst of all. I've been subjecting my poor wife to long hours of behind-the-scenes extras and cast interviews and commentary tracks since my Matrix Ultimate Collection, a 10-disc extravaganza, arrived.

Aside from that, I fixed the car which was jerking violently given its every opportunity. I also replaced my first set of brake pads (yay me) and fixed a severed exhaust downpipe. I am just so damn manly. That's why I take showers in bacon juice and eat nothing but raw meat and hippies.

Working out has been going good, though I can't seem to shed any pounds. Due to a computer fiasco that nearly claimed my father-in-law's work laptop at the hands of my sister-in-law, I recently sacrificed 12 hours of my existence to prevent data loss and make an ultimately fruitless attempt to restore windows to a working order. If anyone at Microsoft is reading this: It does me no good to have a stop code of 0x00000024 and a primary parameter of 0x000c0554 when it's not documented anywhere on technet, nor does it seem to exist anywhere on the internet. So boo on you. The reason I mention this is that since Monday night I haven't exactly been living the plan, and I plan on hitting it hard again today, despite my failure that was a bowl of ice cream this morning.

In a final note: Bill Compton would totally take Edward Cullen 1v1. And Anna Paquin would claw Kristen Stewart's eyes out.