Back home

Spent the night at Eric's, took the computer with me, and we played DeltaForce Black Hawk Down.
Uhm... let's just say I suck at first person shooters. Although, I did kill a few players now and then, but it got frustrating when ya shot them and they didn't die.

The ... Vocational(sp?) Rehab center sent us a letter saying that they'd accept me into their program of job finding. Which is awkward since I only went in once and never made another appointment after I read over some job description papers. I'm not complaining. I'm just curious as to what made them decide I was to be accepted.
Didn't think asthma really counted as a disability, but someone told us to try this anyway. So we did.
Then I guess I get accepted. Yay.

Am grateful for this.

Eh... There was something else I was going to type randomly about but I seem to have forgotten.
Ah well.