Did I say something about moral superiority? Nevermind, I’ve thrown it all out the window. I’ve also apparently designed a site which causes an exe failure in Netscape 4, for no reason that I can fathom. The code is checking out okay, and it works on the non-GreyMatter pages. Plus, I was rightfully (and politely) slammed this morning. I slink off and look embarrassed now. :) I’ve just paid off the last of our 2001 taxes. Unfortunately, now I have to pay the 2002 taxes . . . Mom and…
oh, look!
oh, look! Performance site! how *pretentious*!
performance art
“Oh, look! Performance art! How *pretentious*!” I get some of that feeling from sites like The Fray and many of the people who write for it. Despite this, inevitably, I once again find myself wanting to Be Like Mike, or whatever. I could presumably avoid this spiral by never going anywhere on the net but Salon.com and to the pages of people I actually know, but gosh, what’s life without a little angst, or something? Or maybe it’s just that I really want to use teeny tiny fonts on my…
drugs
A muscle relaxant and three aspirin later my back more or less doesn’t hurt anymore. I need to figure out if my insurance covers chiro, or acupuncture, or *something*. I’m completely at a loss for what my insurance is and does, though, and I find it all very nerve-wracking. :/
*whimper*
*whimper* My back really, really hurts. I knew it hurt, but it wasn’t until Ted came home for lunch and I had to face Chantico (who had peed on the kitchen floor despite being out for twenty minutes at a time twice in the last two hours, :( ) that I realized that it hurt so much I was exhausted. And now I just feel like curling up in a pit and whimpering. :(