My hard drive died today. This is bad. Very very bad.

If one more thing goes wrong today, I'm out. I'm done. Gas prices be damned, I'm going to Seattle. Or Boston. Or Denver. Wherever the crap I want to go that isn't here, where there's heat, school, broken computers, and mono-like illnesses. I'm desperately yearning for a last straw, but I'm terrified at the same time.

Now I have to fix my trumpet.