Wednesday, April 06, 2005

The Next Day . . .

So, I tried everything once again just before I went to bed last night, which put be up 'till almost 4. Despite this, I've been able to calm down and contextualize everything. I was happy to see that my GF had posted responses to my articles, but at the same time was somewhat disgusted by her choice to inform me of her nasal leakage. It's not that I don't care, and I'm glad that she would feel able to share details of her private life with me, and if there was any way I could have helped stop the snot flow, I would happily have done so. I just think it's gross at the same time.

Anyway, It's 4:13pm and I still haven't started my papers (the number of which I'm supposed to write seems to have been progressively shrinking since my first post last night, so I think I'm only gonna write 17 pages now).

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

It is getting late

It’s 3am. I am convinced that Hello and Picasa2 are the instruments of the devil. I’ve been trying to add a picture to my blogger profile for over an hour. This is sad, I should have been asleep hours ago, I’m burning myself out trying to figure something out that I am now sure is a glitch in the software. I am going to calm myself down, and go to sleep. Perhaps when I wake up I will have a fresh attitude and be able to deal with blogger a little more effectively. If I didn’t have 50 score pages to type tomorrow I’m sure I would be able to consult my intelligent and supportive GF (Who’s name is spelled Shabudabu) and she would tell me tenderly, so as not to upset me, what I can do to finish my blog.

I guess we’ll just have to see what tomorrow brings.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Boring

Ok, I clearly need a few lessons on how to work this thing, 'cause the 'add an image' icon isn't doing ANYTHING, and I'm starting to get frustrated. I misspelled by GF's name on her blog, I accidentally deleted by first post, which then shows I deleted what I typed, and the post that I did leave had the wrong time listed at the bottom. Pittance you might say? Small scale problems? You may even ask yourself why I worry about such trivial matters when I should instead by working on my mammoth writing project due in the next 12 hours? I really have no answer to that question, other than I didn't intend to make a blog, I am getting tired, and I have eaten no fresh vegetables today which has made me feel complacent and inarticulate.

My very first post . . .

I don't know what's going on. I wanted to post a response to my girlfriend's blog, and all of a sudden I'm writing one of my own. What's worse is that I should clearly be in bed. I have a million papers to write tomorrow (literally 1000 pages of single spaced text) and I am working on about 4 hours sleep from last night. Oh well, I might stop typing at 2am, or then again, I might just do something crazy like surf around here and try to figure out how to get back to where I was so I can comment on my lovely GF's lovely blog.