April 2002

Although today really has been more an off day than a day off. Usually I get so much done on my days off, and I had such great plans for this one. This was the day, my friends, when I was going to solve all the world's problems, and put the solutions in a convenient carrying case. I was going to continue work on my long-delayed novel. I was going to write an outline script for the game my brother and I are hoping to develop.

Such wonderful, glorious plans.

What I ended up doing today was more along the lines of sitting at the computer trying to figure out how to make SQL cooperate, watching copious amounts of curling on TV (because curling rocks), and going for a walk around Langford. That's not necessarily a bad day, certainly not a bad day in the sense of my popular tune, but it just seems like a somewhat wasted day.

But the day has been redeemed, insofar as this redeems it, by the fact that I am using the few minutes this evening, between trying to decipher the joys of CSS layering and IRC chatting, writing this little article. Such as it is. I think maybe the retro music on the radio is starting to worm its way into my head, though, because I have this urge to start disco dancing.

I suppose there are some things better left unsaid, and I'm almost certain that that is one of them, but oh well. It's too late now, since I'm too lazy to go back and delete that sentence. If I did, that would cause me to delete this whole paragraph, to which I have come to be quite attached. It's a nice paragaph after all, every sentence beginning with the letter I.

But that's digressing, I suppose. The truth of the matter is that I'm just making up excuses for myself, trying to make myself feel better for having a lousy day when it was supposed to be a good day. *sigh* I guess some days are just like that. Maybe I can blame it on *achoo* allergies.