I just spent the last 4-5 hours beating the shit out of myself trying to get a lighting install done.
"Oh cool, this'll take 2 hours," I thought. And now I'm sitting here waiting for the friend-of-friend's boutique opening I've been planning to go to for weeks, feeling like a d-bag.
...I know I should take this crap to Livejournal, but I'm avoiding posts on Facebook and shit for a reason. So suffer.
