When I got all of my new software during the (fall) semester from hell, I tried to install it and didn't have enough space on my computer. I ended up with bits and pieces of what I needed.

Bits and pieces... Fuck me.

Now I'm trying to get my software/life back together (yeahhhh, there's the analogy). I started a song after work yesterday and haven't left my computer since.

I'm not sure what any of that actually means beyond the fact that I am:

a) playing with a pitch corrector and 

b) trying to worry about zilch

Note:

Really? "LOL"? Because I tried to picture you laughing just now, and I just don't believe it.

Sage advice for the masses:

Toke with your superiors and if you're more into his roommate, then be nice: stop returning his calls.