the maw of Fafnir

happy thought for the day: the fact that i can spend the entire day in pajamas, if i wanted to, and no one would care. yay pajamas.

and who said that it was okay for every goddamn apartment in california (near a caltrain station) to be no cheaper than 850/mo? and a decent place, where i won't get murdered in my sleep, is nearly a thousand bucks a month. the worst part about it is that if i had a car, i could get an apt on the seaside for that. wtf? give me a good job with a good company, and i'm still beggared before I turn thirty. http://maps.google.com/maps?q=450+Esplanade+Ave,+Pacifica,+CA+94044&iwloc=A&hl=en right on the damn seaside. bloody hell.

i just want a hint manual to my life. why can't i have a hint manual? at least then i wouldn't feel quite like i was banging my head against the wall again and again and again. it's like those computer games, where you have to buy something really expensive, and you can only bargain him down so much, but you've wasted all your gold on armor or whatever so you have to go out and kill the creatures and steal their gold. but of course, the creatures inevitably kill you more than once, so it just becomes futile. and with the hint manual, you'd at least KNOW before you spent your gold on armor that you'd need to buy this quest item. hint manuals for life; i think someone would make a killing producing these things.

oh, yes, and i would LOVE some cheese with my whine.