When I woke up this morning, last night's beer was still vaguely on my breath. It's not a glorious feeling, and it made me crave for MacD's iced tea.

On another note, my MP3 player is on its last legs. But I'd rather pay a little more buying a new one elsewhere than join the rest of the country at the PC Show. I have no idea how my parents could have survived the madhouse on its opening day and came home with a 32" LCD TV.