[Useless]

My continuous ink system clogged up and I managed to break my fucking printer with my larger manly hands while trying to de-gunk it, so I'm pretty happy. Remember the good old days when printers would made out of plywood and cast iron?

It's Saturdeeeee, so I'll be heading out to have dinner with my parents later. That's always a fun time. My father is a miserable semi-abusive prick and my mother has been suffering from depression for the last 25 or so years, so they're an absolute hoot to hang out with.

A joyous whatever to all of you who don't have to spend a few hours with people who get angry when you swat their filthy cats off of the dinner table.