As many of you already know, Ranchoweb is no longer offering free hosting services. And since I am unemployed and lazy, I have no money to sign up for a Diaryland Gold account. Leaving me with....big boxes with a red X in them. That's got to be the ugliest looking thing. Ever.

And anywhere I look for a new image host, they say things like: no images over 130 kB. You can't host images for outside webpages/diaries here. Or my favorite....everything works until I try to encode it in my Diaryland HTML and Diaryland doesn't support the server.

I am beginning to hate my life just a tad.

Especially after my Annual Mardi Gras Hangover From Hell yesterday.

This is definitely Not Good, considering the actual "Mardi Gras" (Fat Tuesday) is tomorrow. But I live on the planet known as aforementioend Perpetual Mardi Gras, and this has been going on for about two weeks now.

I rode in a parade this past Friday night, which I will say is very entertaining. And I attended about The Wildest parade in the city the next morning, which I will say was not wise considering I got no sleep the nigt before because the driver of the float decided to drive us out to the 'burbs after the parade was over (and while we we re stil trapped on the back of the float) at 70 MPH where none of of had a way to get home. So basically I was stuck in Kenner for two hours waiting for a ride home. It was past midnight and I was wearing something that is, to say the least...questionable, and it seemed like it was -453987 degrees outside with a wind chill, and I was trying to sort my way out from 453987 tons of plastic beads and dammit, I Was Cranky.

But the stupid-ass driver had to take us to the middle of fucking Kenner instead of the most convenient centrally-located place.

Plus, the next day, I had to go to court for Mock Trial practice right after the parade. So it was not a good idea to get a little drunk when in fact, my witness's testimony revolves around the fact that she was not drunk.

And my lawyer-coach could totally tell it. He had me drinking about four gallons of water during my testimony. God, it was embarrassing now that I look back on it.

Ah, well. I'm tired and have a term paper to do, much less recover from the Annual Mardi Gras Hangover From Hell.

This was not in the least bit entertaining, and it should have been. Sorry!

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