October 11, 2003 :: 2:16 a.m.
single song fixations and html troubles
This is the prettiest song ever. Well, one of them. I've been listening to it on repeat for... quite a long time. I can be obsessive that way. I heard this song playing in the background of the final scene of "Angel," episode 7, season 1 of Buffy. It fits exceptionally well, and I thought it was nice. I downloaded it ages ago, when I went on a quest to compile The Music of Buffy, and it has since become one of my favorites. I want the album it's on, I want all of the other albums by this artist. See? Obsessive. But seriously, you should hear it. It's beautiful. I tear up occasionally, which while not unusual in the least is something that songs don't generally inspire unless they have emotional attachments for me. This one doesn't, really, but damn. I just can't help it.
And speaking of tears... I am having serious issues with a journal layout I'm working on for Adam. It should be very simple, what with having no images and all, but no. No, things always have to be complicated. Fucking style sheets not doing their fucking jobs. Grrrr!
Sorry, it's very frustrating.
So today was the start of my glorious 5-day weekend - I slept in, right? Wrong. The dog had a barking party at 9:30 or so, when the mailman came by. He's a relatively large dog, and his bark is more than capable of traveling up two flights of stairs at near-maximum volume. And then Mason was up, stomping around and shouting in his booming, soul-tearing voice. The boy never shuts up. Ever. It's ridiculous. And he apparently never learned about "inside voices," because everything he says could be heard by deaf Eskimos ice fishing in Alaska. I couldn't sleep through both the barking and the bellowing, so I just got up. Waited around. Took a shower. Went over to Adam's. You know the drill.
My life is just so grossly predictable.
I'm making cookies tomorrow. Caramel Apple Cookies, to be exact. Adam and I ventured out to the wonderfully deserted Giant on Linglestown Road tonight to pick up the ingredients that my house was lacking - apples, apple juice, skin milk, golden raisins, almonds, an extra box of brown sugar. They sound fantabulous, which excites me. I want to make something yummy but not too incredibly fattening to take to Chloe's birthday party on Wednesday, and if these turn out well then a second batch will be accompanying me to said party. I hope I hope I hope. I love me anything associated with caramel apples, after all.
Gah! School is totally fucking up my internal clock. Waking up at 9:30 for no reason, yawning furiously by 2 a.m.... this is very disturbing. Please send help. Actually, never mind. I'm just going to go to bed instead.
'Night, all.
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