Tonight was a productive night.

Although I had not actually done anything productive in terms of academics, I paid my cell phone bills, packaged my baby cousin’s present up into an envelope (I still need some stamps… but I guess I can get that tomorrow), paid my $65 to the non-profit Golden Key International Honour Society, and installed an operating system onto that poor dual processor system that I’ve neglected ever since I found out that I could only run one Celeron at a time.

In the process, I had opened up my two brand spanking new hard drives. I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered that one of my hard drives, which I had believed all along to be a 20 gig hard drive, turned out to be a 40 gig. Joy! So, now I have 80 gigs in my system. I’m most likely going to just set up a RAID 1. Eventually, this will be some server of importance. Mail or file server, most likely. But for now… it’s just standing tall and making a lot of noise. The hard drive’s pretty fast, it seems. Maybe it’s all in my head. I don’t know. My brain tricks itself into being happy. I’m high on myself! Isn’t life great?

I turned off the old router I had a couple of days ago, because I was becoming paranoid. When I finally turned on the monitor to reboot it, it turns out that the kernel paniced. I don’t know what went wrong. I reinstalled the OS onto the new hard drive, and mounted the old one, so I could copy some old files. In the process, it paniced again. There’s something seriously wrong with this hard drive. I’m so glad that there’s really nothing on there that I need. It’s been spitting up soft errors for a couple of weeks, but I didn’t really care, because it didn’t do any disk accessing anyway. So I decided to run it until it died. It looks like its time has come. I should retire it. Haha, the company or model of this hard drive is “CHAMP”. Not much of a champ, if you ask me. I have a couple of sub-400 megabyte hard drives at home that are still running fine, and this awesome 2 gigabyte hard drive is blowing chunks? Blah, useless!

Eric has started a blog. Now I have a chance to throw insults at him, in public. I feel sorry for him.

Oh, by the way, don’t call him Ciao. He doesn’t like that. If you think that no restraining order can stop my love was bad, then you’ve never seen me angry.