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kjpepperYeah, I don't know what possessed me into thinking drinking coffee at 12:45am was a good idea either. At least I've mostly put this wednesday's WNFS to bed, so it's not like I'm spending the spate of late night caffeination with my thumb up my butt, but yeah, not one of my finer moments of brilliance. That was earlier today, with the text wrappage. I must say, I used to loathe div tags, but using them to sandbag around picture contours? I may well be converted after long years of carefully cultivated old skool webmonkey hatred.
I'd post a link, but a) site's not active yet b) nsfw c) permission for various and sundry hasn't been obtained.
In other news, a good summary of how I'm feeling right now would probably be "uck." Remember the PMS binge that wouldn't die? The resultant bloat and unhappy system in general has kicked in. And really no wonder considering last week I had been craving and eating more crap than I have in a very long while. My body's just not used to processing that many six syllable ingredients anymore, and while I can't say it's roundly spanking me for it... more like it's having a very "everyone hates me and my dog just died and I'm going to post sulky pictures of myself experiencing this interminable angst Myspace" sot of sulk. I'm sure the random bit of no sleepage I've been having for the past four days isn't helping any. But yeah. Uck. I think tomorrow's agenda is going to be full of naps, tall glasses of water and barring gross weather, a walk perhaps.
Time to see if a hot shower willl settle me out enough to sleep.
ETA: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! *
* translation - oh god oh god there is something moldy in my room HALP. I'd stuck a miniature pumpkin on top of my stereo with Aeris just before Halloween and somehow missed that it had become this dessicated slightly fuzzy THING until I happened to look up there just now and think "huh, what's that thing? .... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" I'm now faced with the choice of a) leaving it there, one more night isn't going to make any difference and it's not going rise up and eat my face in the night now that i know it's there... or is it? b) waking up someone to rescue me from it c) strapping on my big girl panties and disposing of it myself... Leaning towards C... but that's going to be my act of bravery for the month if I manage it.
I'd post a link, but a) site's not active yet b) nsfw c) permission for various and sundry hasn't been obtained.
In other news, a good summary of how I'm feeling right now would probably be "uck." Remember the PMS binge that wouldn't die? The resultant bloat and unhappy system in general has kicked in. And really no wonder considering last week I had been craving and eating more crap than I have in a very long while. My body's just not used to processing that many six syllable ingredients anymore, and while I can't say it's roundly spanking me for it... more like it's having a very "everyone hates me and my dog just died and I'm going to post sulky pictures of myself experiencing this interminable angst Myspace" sot of sulk. I'm sure the random bit of no sleepage I've been having for the past four days isn't helping any. But yeah. Uck. I think tomorrow's agenda is going to be full of naps, tall glasses of water and barring gross weather, a walk perhaps.
Time to see if a hot shower willl settle me out enough to sleep.
ETA: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! *
* translation - oh god oh god there is something moldy in my room HALP. I'd stuck a miniature pumpkin on top of my stereo with Aeris just before Halloween and somehow missed that it had become this dessicated slightly fuzzy THING until I happened to look up there just now and think "huh, what's that thing? .... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" I'm now faced with the choice of a) leaving it there, one more night isn't going to make any difference and it's not going rise up and eat my face in the night now that i know it's there... or is it? b) waking up someone to rescue me from it c) strapping on my big girl panties and disposing of it myself... Leaning towards C... but that's going to be my act of bravery for the month if I manage it.
