| Observe, if you will, that I have regaled you worthy folks with three-count-them-three brand spanking new entries since my last update on Sunday. Be comforted in the knowledge that amidst my crazy life, I didn't let a pesky little thing like the INABILITY TO FTP, DAMMIT, stop me from thinking of you. Your inner peace. Your spiritual well-being. Your voyeuristic desires to view/analyze/laugh at my crazy little life. On top of my piquant (heh) entries, I've also been a bee of busyness when it comes to technical goo. I registered with Diarist.net, I registered with Open Pages, and I signed up for a web stats tracking thingie. *And* I updated my links page with additional names of Those Who Won't Allow Me To Get Anything Useful Done. "What?" cry they, "Reading my journal is useful!" Yeah, well, my boss would debate you on that. Actually, I've been fairly good, restraining myself from reading unless I've come in early or are (am?) taking lunch at my desk. When the HIPFH(tm) is finished, I aspire to get up when Calvin does (a whole hour before I really need to get out of bed) and do such things as write entries, read journals, respond to e-mail (hint-hint), and be at peace with my cool self. Speaking of which, if you've been sending me mail to my @cs.com account, sorry for not responding to you. No computer access at home = no access to CompuServe mail. I shall respond to you this weekend, you have my word. Tomorrow night should see us back in our house. Everything is coming along quite nicely, albeit with the same old problems/issues/hassles the GC still manages to throw our way. I hate him. I really, really do. And I don't *hate* anybody. Not even X(m). Hotel living for the past week has been a bear, what with everyone having to live in each other's hip pockets. Actually, out of all of us, I think *I'm* the one dealing the poorest with that. Being a (for all intents and purposes) only child, I'm not used to having to share space with anyone other than my significant other. But the kids are like a small yet effective litter of puppies - following you around, talking over each other to get your attention, being argumentative with one another, keeping up a running spiel of "Hello? Hey, acknowledge me! Hey, I'm on fire over here... HEY! Pay Attention To Me!" I love 'em to death, I really do, but I will be so grateful to get back to my own room. As will everyone else, I'm sure. With that said, stay tuned (and I know you will) because this weekend's update should contain some pretty bitchin' pictures of my house's... well, bitchin-ness. Hee! |