Too big for her britches.

So I’m sitting here like a monkey at a typewriter while other people take odds on whether or not I’ll produce the HTML equivalent of ‘Hamlet.’ It doesn’t look good.

I’m working on redesigning our little webmag in GoLive. I’ve only had this for a week, but I’m upset that I’m not proficient at it yet. Things aren’t working as they should. Bugs and orphans are appearing. All told, a messy experiment.

But I’m also playing around with Supafine, so mayhaps something cool will come of it. Keep watching.

Bad habit: I really need to stop eating Redi-Wip directly from the can. It’s not a satisfactory meal substitute.

From the “Why Me?” files: I think I have contracted a rare and bizarre disease: an interesting variation on the strep throat theme. Something is staging a brand-new and painful attack on my tonsil situation. On the downside, it seems to require antibiotics and a visit to Dr. Silly.* On the upside, it doesn’t seem to be fatal nor ridiculously contagious. As such, I will cross ‘Panicked Rush to ER’ off my to-do list and replace it with ‘Sedate Trip To Doctor’s Office.’

I’ve been curled up with a bottle of Alleve watching ‘Mallrats’ and ‘High Fidelity’ for the last two days, if anyone’s missed me.

*[Dr. Silly = our GP. He is by far the goofiest, laughiest doctor I’ve ever had.]

May 27, 2003 | Filed Under auto-categorized