the bane to my existance...

is this thing I will call COW. Now, the planning of COW started a long time ago. You would think that with all the planning that went into COW, things should be as smooth as silk. Right, that's if I were planning COW. Instead, we had a bunch of drunk monkeys planning COW. In order to execute cow, I now have to make sense of the sandscript left of the remains of the planning of COW. Because of all the attention COW demands, I had to ask for help on non-COW things and as a result I have been pegged as non-COW loser that needs help managing her non-COW. Fuck the COW and all things related.