ehh, ive just gotten so used to my sister screaming at me, hitting me, hurting me, all my life. so i guess at a point when i havent herd from her for a while, i start to hear her voice yelling "Adrian". but hey, now im livin out of a suit-case like room. just me, this comp, my atari, and whatever tools i can carry on my back. and then theres home, where the part will go. im getting off track here.
EDIT: and hey, to all you people just reading this, why not actually post something??