hn. a few things accomplished.

Hn. A few things accomplished, anyway. I updated 1000 drawings a little, and updated my goals graphic a little, if not *wildly* accurately, and watched Buffy, and … now I’ll go to bed and try to get up at a sensible hour tomorrow, instead of oversleeping, which I keep doing. Night!

there.

There. The archives are fixed, overlooking the detail that if you’re using an older browser they’ll be horked because I haven’t gotten around to finishing building a barebones version of the site yet. Well, shush; nothing’s perfect. Hnf.

nooooooo Rent

Ted is suffiently wiped out from doing things like showering and walking up the stairs that we determined it was the better part of valor not to attend Rent tonight, so I’ve sold our tickets off to someone on the local mailing list I’m on, and instead of going out to the theatre we’ll stay home and watch Buffy. :)

apples and water

Does anybody else find apples and water to be a particularly unpleasant culinary experience? Glick.

well, poop.

Well, poop. Didn’t make semi-finals in the People’s Pilot. This time I’m not as crushed as I was last time. I was VERY crushed last time. Speaking of which, I need to spend a bit of time fixing my archives so that stuff prior to Dec. 2001 is available. Poor Ted is still sick, and staying home again. He’s in bed still. Poor Ted! I should go have an apple. And some water.