That's the winning combination. Man... I'm not letting Derek mix my drinks ever again. Come on, one part of juice concentrate or 7-Up to one part of vodka, that's just not a fun way to romance the toilet bowl. I prefer drinks which go down smoothly and where the alcohol is not so horribly noticeable.
At any rate, while you're here, check out my finished pride and joy, the Youth Services website. I implemented a really cool feature that, unfortunately, I cannot show, since it is on a password-protected page; basically, it lists the contents of the directory it's in, complete with filetype icons (much like an Apache directory listing); I had to borrow a few lines of code from here. ;)
Shite... It's back-to-school tomorrow and I really, really don't feel like it. I can't believe I signed up for another damn Milton course...fucking hell. Well, at least my schedule is more straightforward now: three English courses on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and two Earth Science courses on Tuesdays and Thursdays (back to back and in the same room). Bleh. I'll take it as it comes at me. Without any self-respect or dignity.
Heh, this reminds me of the many thoughts on death I've had lately. The Fear has been getting to me again; maybe it's that time of the year, maybe it really is because I'm getting older, but whatever it's caused by, I'm not happy. I need love and I need it now. Love is antideath. But it seems to me, more and more, that those who know what to do with something will never get it. It's the same with money. I have a feeling this will be another long, cold year.