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sabineI'd had a bad day at work. Several more projects were dumped on me, more people demanding my time, code that didn't want to behave, and my cute sandals gave me the usual blister. I was talking to Downwood on GTalk just before leaving for dance class. He heroically tried to cheer me up, convince me that I'm not stupid, ugly, worthless, or fat, and be a snarky support.
So, being a little unreasonable, I asked if he would go buy me a copy of Diablo II (my illegal copy vanished in the move and hasn't resurfaced) and install it on my laptop before I got home.
He agreed. We spent the evening beating the crap out of various undead and demon hordes. This is exactly what I needed.
Now to get him a copy of the expansion disc so that we can multi and I can go back to playing assassin class...
So, being a little unreasonable, I asked if he would go buy me a copy of Diablo II (my illegal copy vanished in the move and hasn't resurfaced) and install it on my laptop before I got home.
He agreed. We spent the evening beating the crap out of various undead and demon hordes. This is exactly what I needed.
Now to get him a copy of the expansion disc so that we can multi and I can go back to playing assassin class...
