Nomination: Worst date of the year

I went out at 2 o'clock and got back at 5pm. In three hours, it downloaded a mere 76 megabytes of Sydney White. Pathetic. It uploaded 132 megabytes. It's actually called ADSL because it's "asymmetric" - higher download speeds than upload speeds, so this is ridiculous that my upload speed is higher.    

Where was I for all this time? I went out with a girl.    

I was very much expecting this date to be a flop. Past experience, you see, although in the past I've never had such low expectations. We ended off meeting near her building and walking to a nearby cafe.    

When we got in and put in our order, I paid, as you'd expect me to. "Thanks for my coffee, Chris"?  No.  She grabbed a newspaper and started just reading it. I don't care if it's a date or not, that's quite rude to start reading a paper when you're out with someone who's not a member of your family. Small talk ensued anyway, during which she said that she wanted to marry a rich man. The whole "date" lasted about a half hour, and resulted in her saying that she needed to leave to get ready for something else.    

Well, I'm glad I was able to take up a bare minimum of her time. Unfortunately, it took close to an hour by foot, train, and CAT bus to get there, so it ended off being a complete waste of a couple of hours for me. The only redeeming part was that I stopped in at the ABC Shop and got The Idea of North's album Evidence. I'm not in the mood for it, unfortunately.    

The really dumb thing is that I told Tanja at work that I was going on a date today, so on Thursday she'll undoubtedly ask me how it went. She was the one who kept telling me that I should ask out Amy from the head office, and we all know what happened when I did ask.    

Right now I'm in a rotten mood. Sydney White won't have finished downloading until probably some time tomorrow morning, unless I get a faster seeder and no leechers. My body feels crap too because of the coffee. I also miss Arnie and I get really upset when Dad compares the new kitten, Molly, to Arnie. I woke up this morning in tears because I had dreamt of Arnie. And I know that tomorrow, when I go into work, there will be a flurry of problems that I have to sort out - I'm sure there will be a couple of deliveries for the Eastern States that Nobel's couriers haven't bothered to deliver yet, and won't until someone gets on their back about it.    

I'll continue to be in a bad mood, but I'll stop bringing you all in on it. Have a good night, everyone. Even though I feel like telling everyone to get stuffed.