Benjamin Clark

I. am. so. upset.

The _only_ reason I dragged my ass out of bed this morning is to come to work and talk about the Lost season finale last night with Jaime. But he decided to be a no-show. So I'm stuck here because someone needs to be in the offices, but I'm pretty run down.

Why am I run down, you may ask. I knocked another thing off my to-do list last night: I went to a show at Floyd's. My brother came into town with his girlfriend, too, and my sister joined us at Floyd's to see Nonpoint. Eff'n metal, bro-seph. And now my iPod has decided that I'm going to listen to Development, my favorite Nonpoint album, even though I just told it to "Shuffle."

So, after the show, I absolutely had to stay up another two hours to see the Lost season finale.

I did some calling about possible apartments in Bloomington, but I only got through to one person. I figured it just wasn't my day, and I gave up after a half-dozen dials. And here we are.