June 25, 2003 :: 1:14 p.m.
go monkey! choose monkey!
Yes, I am fully aware that monkeys don't carry monkeypox, but just look at that thing. It's all bulging and insane and shit. Monkeypox is a stupid name for a disease transmitted by prairie dogs, anyway. Shouldn't it be prairiepox or something? Blah.
I was up until 5 a.m. last night, tweaking this bastard. It's not complex at all, but little things just kept going wrong. Also, the guestbook site was down. It's up now, though, and everything matches nicely. The only thing is that I can't figure out how to move the mandatory "get your own guestbook, notify list, weblog, and furry little rabbit" links that appear without me putting them there to a less obtrusive place. They're up at the top, overlapping with the monkey's head. I am not pleased, but I'm also so fucking sick of working on this that it's just going to have to wait. If anyone knows how to move that thing to the bottom, please do let me know.
I cannot believe that it's almost July. Where the hell did the last two months go? I'm supposed to have a job by now, and money, and happy material possessions. I'm not supposed to be sitting around in my PJs at 1:30 on a Wednesday afternoon, working on a new layout for my online diary because I have no job and no money with which to go out and do things. I'm turning into an incredible loser with no future as we speak - watch closely, boys and girls, you may not get to see the deterioration of a human being's sanity and sense of self-worth at this close proximity ever again. It's a golden opportunity, really.
I need to upload tons of drawings, but I only have 16% of my space left. That's not a lot, folks. I need more. Grr.
I had intended to actually write something interesting, but seeing as how I've done nothing for the last 24 hours but read Harry Potter and redesign my diary, well, that's just not going to happen. I'll try again later, I suppose. Right now I'll off to eat breakfast and shower. At 20 'til 2 in the afternoon. I am shamed.
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