f*** Sundays.
Registered for like a million tournies, get knocked out of cc with AQ<Q9 (got it in miles ahead fwiw) and my interwebs dies. So I have to run over to a cafe that has wifi, but me being a donk take no money so couldn't go in and get a drink whilst frantically connecting to their wifi. So there I stood, on the fu**ing street with my laptop open, typing in their ridiculous network key whilst cursing the untrusting sob who had come up with the idea of WEP or whatever. Then log in to 6 sites and have to unregister for every single fu**ing tournie I had registered for. I am replacing my busted aircard soon.
f**k sundays.
glglglglgl all.