All the pics I posted on my blog via Picasa disappeared when I stole my entries. Evil whores. I’m going to have to go back and re-link all the photos from the SF/Sac trip. Grr. Maybe it will be easier with WordPress. Well, we’ll see. Perhaps I will attempt it tomorrow if I’m not bleeding at the wrists (which I am now). THE PAIN OF TECHNOLOGY!!! Anyway, more later.
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Will ditch Blogger as soon as I can make/find a cool template.
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MIGRATION TO THE NEW SERVER IS COMPLETE!! WOOT!!!
Well, it’s 90% complete. I’m thinking of ditching Blogger (due to its subpar performance as of late. It seems to be working great with the new server though, I’m not sure if I will do it yet. I need to get the site functioning again by uploading all the files that were on my old server and then perhaps turn my attention tothe tiring and probably wrist intensive task of setting a WordPress.
(hour or two)
Domain name transferred.
All files uploaded (except for the fiction blog, I think that can die).
Simple new intro page made to demonstrate the server change.
In the process of setting up WordPress. More later.
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Today sucked. I’m making myself a defeat omelet and watching The Daily Show in self-pity. More details later.
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I just finished Player Piano. It wasn’t as good as any of Vonnegut’s other work that I’ve read, but it was okay. It should have been a short story, not a novel. I should go into town maybe. I’ll have a meal and then perhaps go drop off Joe’s glasses (he left them in my car).
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> The Faint – The Conductor
My dad is being a real fuckhead. He wants me to clean up my room because he’s showing the house to some dickwads that want to buy it tomorrow. I’m only doing it because if I don’t then he will. I got up too late to go to the river (4:30 p.m.). Today sucks. Next week will suck too. My boss will be back and I’ll have to kiss his ass as usual. I’m going to tell him to go fuck himself if he wants me to write something. That’s not in my job description.
I don’t want tomorrow to happen. My wrist is killing me from using the mouse. I need to get a new job. My wrist feels like someone dissected it with a sharp spoon in my sleep. At least only my mouse hand hurts ever since I started using voice-recognition exclusively. I had to try and stop myself with all my might against buying this CD by The Hacker that I wanted on iTunes. I’m still really paced off at that Fischerspooner CD I bought that was scratched to shit. $20 in the fucking toilet. Well, I guess in a few months when I go down to Sacramento to look at apartments I can use Kelly’s CD resurfacer. I am in SUCH a bad mood. Fuck people looking at this house. What a shitty father my dad is. He needs to die. Slowly. Cancer wouldn’t be slow enough. I’m going with a degenerative nerve disease, like ALS or something. Okay. I need to clean my room and then leave this shithole. I hate being here.
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Misty cut my hair. Pictures and reflections tomorrow.
I feel dead. Changing the person I look like on the outside only kills me on the inside. I want my hair back now. But I would just want to cut it again. I never feel beautiful no matter what my fucking hair looks like. Fuck it all.
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