It's cold here in the office. I'm about done working on the computers that I'd been entrusted to heal.

My hands are pretty fucking cold right now; need to work out the radiator issue. It's hard to type.

I think I'm losing my head. Sometimes when a computer doesn't work right or doesn't boot at all you need to purge power from the system. You unplug the power cord from the back of the computer, push the power button and power stored in the capacitors will discharge from the machine (you can even see the fans spin momentarily if you look).

That's where I'm at right now. I'm not handling anything normally. Friends, ex girlfriends, work, customers. I've normally avoided vacations but I'm making myself go out of town this weekend, if not just to "purge" myself of whatever's trapped in the capacitors in my head causing me to react in strange ways to different situations.

Anyways, it's time for Piece of Ass of the Week!

Stacy Kiebler from WWE.

I'm on vacation, bitches.

GOOCHout

The only thing worse than drinking and dialing is drinking and emailing. I sent an angry email last night that I regret somewhat and I read it for the first time even though I wrote it. It made me cringe. It's shit like this that makes me HATE drinking. Seriously... what the fuck. I wish Drunk Gooch and Sober Gooch could have a summit and resolve a number of outstanding conflicts between the two:

An appeal should be made for Drunk Gooch to:

Quit hitting on ugly chicks.
Quit emailing/calling/talking to the ex girlfriend
Never, ever again assault a mailbox.
Always use a condom
Never again forego taking medication at night.
Drink and Blog with caution

Seriously, I want my phone and computer to require a breathalyzer test in order to work.

Also, my diet has not been conducive to drinking as my stomach is always empty.

Lunch time.

Goochout

A snapshot in time. I'm working on a computer in the new office. Greg's working behind me on his PC complete with three monitors. I've resigned to keeping my laptop here as my sole PC. I've got a disassembled computer on my workbench and I'm migrating files from a customer's old hard drive to his new one. There is so much porn on this guy's system. I mean... stuff involving horses and shit. I'll bet you guys with your ITT diplomas didn't see this as a pitfall. Trust me, you can't call yourself a desktop PC technician until a customer cheerfully shows you pictures of himself and two women in various stages of activity in bed and asks you "are you a swinger at all?"

So this system is moving along with the data transfer, people are walking up and down the hall from the tattoo parlor, the satellite radio is kicking out some commercial free tunes. We're planning a dinner at Pal's Shanty with some friends. I don't think self employment could get any cooler.

Sweet.
Gooch

Oh, man... Valentine's Day is here? Just like Christmas and New Year's I'm so happy to celebrate this holiday single as well. Maybe I'll do something romantic like light some candles and scatter rose petals on my bed before I rub one out Tuesday night. I'm not jaded... just not into it. If you're in a relationship; good for you. I hope you're happy because hopefully the happiness now can justify having your heart pulled out of your chest later on when he or she "became confused" and found themselves sharing drinks with another person that makes them feel comfortable at the moment. Trust me, unbeknowst to me the last four, um "encounters" with different women have proven to be cheating on their part WITHOUT ME KNOWING. There was one other encounter where I knew there was a boyfriend but was too drunk to care.

My point: I've had a great run since my last girlfriend and I broke up but it has done NOTHING to help me learn to trust again. That's fine... I'll trip to the dark side.

Here's some articles to read. Happy Valentine's Day!

Schmucks.

Her cheating heart: how to tell if your wife or girlfriend is likely to have an affair—and how to prevent it - Relationships

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