I’m back from New York and I’m working on my site. (It had to be moved again, so I’ve got half-installed scripts and data spread out all over the place.) Keef gave me IP access to the old server, so I’m in the process of moving my junk over here to our new home. So […]

I just spent twenty-five minutes writing a post, and Internet fucking Exploder ate it. I am so smoking fucking pissed off that if this were my laptop, I’d throw it off the damn balcony and watch it explode. Dude. For real. ——–

In which my fat cat tries to get fatter. This is a picture of Buz begging: I’ve never had a cat that begged before. He’s so funny.

In which I’m back online, using Internet Exploder – a browser I hate. I spent much of today doing laundry and fucking with my computer. I have many clean clothes and I finally got Win2k installed. I’m now online, which was my whole goal. I haven’t installed anything at all except for my modem driver […]

In which there’s an MP4 to download. I’m feeling melancholy as autumn approaches. This morning I drove to work with the windows down and the heat on, Breathe Me on repeat, blasting. Fall makes me ache, makes me sad in a deep place. I look around at the leaves turning, the fields turning; the mornings […]

In which I totally bitch and moan and you probably shouldn’t even read this. Today has proven to be something of a total bitch. One. I backed up my home files onto my work computer, then attempted to set up my iTunes library and update my iPod. This was a total pain in the ass, […]

In which I recount a dream. Yes, posting this kind of self-serving, of-interest-to-no-one crap is totally against the rules of blogging. I rarely remember my dreams. I would estimate that I remember fewer than five per year. Over the weekend, however, I had a really strange dream that I did remember. I was doing a […]

In which my boobs stop hurting and everything else starts. I woke up one minute before Brett’s alarm went off at 4:26. I’d only been asleep since midnight, so I wasn’t at all pleased that I was awake. Brett got up and did his morning thing and left for work at 5:30. I was lying […]

In other news, my boobs hurt. This might just mean that I should not have done braless arobics the other day. Or it might mean that I’m going to have wicked-bad-awful PMS soon. Or it could mean I’m pregnant again, in which case I will kill myself. I had the very last of my many […]