scarred and chastised ..
*hangs head in shame at his own gluttony for punishment*.
Well hey, at least I know to whom I can send part of my therapy bills.. Sure as hell, I'm gonna need some therapy after reading all of that...
*covers his eyes and screams make it stop..dear god, make it stop*
In other more sobering news, my inbox contained a severe warning about the "extremely high number of requests for a file contained within your webspace". Whoops, I wonder if this entry had anything to do with that..No, it couldn't possibly. Could it ? *looks innocent*. Nah, of course not. It was all those people who were idly flipping through my site, I am sure. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I was vaguely insulted by my sister's solicitude when she called the other day. I'm going to London for a few weeks to write up and generally muck around there, while they're headed back home for a holiday. *grumbles about lucky sods*. it goes something like ..
< sis >: so don't worry.. we have the laptop here and I'm getting you an internet connection, but it might take a while to be installed.
< moi >: oh, that's fine. No problems. I'll just mosey around writing stuff up.
< sis >: no, no..on second thoughts, I'll call them and make sure it's ready when you get here. I know you can't survive more than a day without a connection..
** pause **
*whoa, whoa.. back up that big oil truck over there...*
< moi >: *in tones of sheer disbelief* say what ?!
< sis >: well, it's true!
and maybe it is, at that..
I'll be test driving Quantian there, and probably catching up with a lot of folk too..Also giving some of my other projects (like this one) a bit of time.