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I've been playing World of Warcraft recently. Stupid free trial. It took forever to install, like 3 hours total, 1.5 hours each two days. It's terrible, I didn't think it was going to be so... fun. I admit it! There. Are you happy? Are you squealing with glee? Whenever I go up a level I do a little bit. I saw an ad for WoW on the Salt Lake Tribune and was like, damn I want to be slaying some things. Okay? Okay. Level 12 Orc Warrior, Irajog, jauntily strides across the land, stabbing anything that attacks to death and mining for precious materials and jewels to make into armor and weapons. I am a savage fucking nerd.

My mom asked me to take her to kmart and here I am. Free internet is sweet. The manager told Cynthia to turn her light on, she protested because she's going home. "What time are you leaving?" "Eight." "Turn your light back on." "I gotta clean." Someone else, "Turn your light off at 45." Back to the manager, who I will call Don, who I haven't gotten a good look at, "Turn your light back on, Cynthia."

I was burning a cd earlier but now the computer wont eject it and I am scared.

So you get an hour of internet here, but they don't even give you a counter. You get some hard metal chairs, that are actually kinda cool, mainly because they look like plastic until you slide thme across the floor and make a horrible grating noise. I love it. This place will be closing in half an hour and I am listening to Jump in the Line. There isn't a taskbar to minimilize windows so I got three of them up, each one smaller than the last, kinda like russian dolls, whoa.