Right now, I REALLY hate you, Zog.
So, I'm hurrying home, excited. Thinking "today is the day! My new Eddie Bravo DVD is going to be in the mail!" I go open the mailbox at the front office, nothing. So, I get to the apartment, and see something in a yellow bag sitting in front of my door..."Oh, could it be...?" No. It's a fucking phone book. Goddamn you, yellowbook. I have the internet. Why do I need a damn phonebook? Monday = ruined. Tomorrow COULD be awesome though...Halo 4 + new DVD?? *sigh of joy*