So, long story short: I felt like absolute and utter crap last week.

That's right, I said it. Crap.

(Sorry.)

(You know, I have to admit that my censor level for this site is very high. I feel that it is my moral duty to police myself for topics of questionable content and also, cuss words. In real life, you may occasionally (frequently, some might say) hear me say things like "well, damnit! That f***ing s**cks!" In journal speak, that turns into "FRACK!" In a way, I hate to censor myself at all, but I also understand the long-lasting power of an impression, as well as the great pressure having a website with the domain that actually really is my first and last name, together, followed by a .com, and how I might not have totally thought that through when I registered for the damn darn thing. That's right, I admit it. It's a lot of pressure. Especially when I am a) not my own boss, and I have a paycheck I look forward to every other week, b) somebody's daughter/sister/girlfriend/potential daughter-in-law, and c) confused most of the time anyway. What's my point? Ah, yes. I said crap. And because my self-censor-o-meter is set to high, I actually sat here and thought about whether or not I wanted to use the word Crap. In real life, people, I don't say crap. I don't say poo, either. I certainly do NOT say poop - that second "p" makes a very big difference, by the way - or any other word that might be found in a thesaurus under the heading Crap, whether it be literal or figurative; whether it be used as a verb, as a noun, or as an exclamation. Shit, that paragraph was confusing.)

So anyway. It was a long, hard week, one I am glad to say is behind me. I feel much better now. I had two days all to myself (as I pretty much do every weekend, and don't think I don't enjoy the hell heck out of it.) And here I sit, at my computer on a Sunday night, feeling sad that my weekend is over. And not really having anything to say, since, like I said earlier, last week was a crap week, this weekend I pretty much stared at the ceiling and managed to read two books and do the (fracking) laundry, and man, that is just not interesting enough for a post right now.

So, that's it for today. I just wanted to say hello, especially to my lunatic (I mean that affectionately) sister and psuedo-brother-in-law (And Sarah, since I'm on an honesty kick I'll tell you that the answer is that I made the Great Holiday Mix of 2003 for MYSELF and then when I ran out of money for Christmas presents I made copies for those who I thought would enjoy it as well, and that person was actually Andreia, and then I thought - hey, last year Tim gave me that Don Ho record, Hawaiian music with lots of ukalele, so surely this most rockin' of CDs would be welcome in his player, right? So I gave it to Tim as well along with the Patrick Park CD, Dad got a Tango CD and Lynn got Hilary Duff, then it came to you, dear sister - since your CD player was apparently only made to play either Fleetwood Mac or Cat Stevens and sometimes strange Egyptian rap, I think I ended up giving you something entirely silly, like Pat Boone Does Polka. Which is probably just as good, when you think about it. Also, I have to go find my copy of the CD and listen to it to figure out who the artists are. I'm pretty sure it starts out with The Bens, Ben Kweller, The Cure, Outkast (this was my pre-let's-never-hear-that-song-again phase), Millionaire, and then maybe Kim Carnes.)

Since this is the entry of questionable content, can someone please tell me if my site is still messed up for Mac users? And then tell me, HOW THE FRACK DO I FIX IT?

Thank you, and good night.

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