why must it be this way?
Mar. 15th, 2002 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7brain... sucking... dry...
columns...not...aligning....
NO! NO MORE HTML!
bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad
i miss panda, where is panda? gone so long... oh, only a week. only a week?!?!?
a month is too long, i will implode. (but it has been a month and a half since i saw any panda. yes? i think so... like, 40 days. a Lent of panda-drought. so wussy am I, yes wussy. that's nothing compared to what's to come. Oh it hurts my tummy to think of the panda drought. Tummy's not the word, but I dunno what is.)
my brain hurts.
eyes funny.
no brain html pandaless no hurts!!!
sore throat. cold coming. chest feels bad again.
i say unto thee nay, nay, return whence thy came for thou canst offer me naught but ill. Desist and molest me no more. Begone, foul dwimmerlaik.
and align my columns properly god damn it.
nothing works, nothing nothing nothing.
i have so much to do, so much to dooooo... and no brain left to do it with, no, nothing in attention span, run dry in cleverness, so tired.
i wish i had a thesis advisor who could tell me what to do next.
like everyone else seems to have.
i wish she'd at least meet with me. or answer my emails about my project.
she said she was busy but she didn't say she wouldn't do it.
sigh.
:(
with downcast eyes and heavy heart i set about my work, only to realize that it is sleep that i need; as i puzzled over how to properly align my columns and make the main body column 571 pixels wide, i realized that i had drifted off into playing with my hair, and was making no progress. at all.
i'm doing the page with the letter Dad got shortly after arriving home, which was his buddy Stromman telling him about all their mutual friends who had just been killed/wounded in a recent action. Including the guy whose photo has been on the wall in our computer room since i can remember.
it's depressing. the story's all about how dad grew as a person and how much he learned about the world and his place in it... and then most of the cast i've grown to know from his reports get theirs just after he leaves. I knew Freitas was a goner, because I knew he was the guy in the picture (because his name, rubbed from The Wall, was stuck into the frame). But ... Jaskulski, WIA, whose name gave me such trouble in the transcriptions, and Oddo whose name I couldn't figure out either, and Ward whose name was refreshingly comprehensible... all medevaced to japan with frag wounds... and it took Freitas 25 minutes to die because the medic wasn't there and the guys couldn't stop the bleeding in his shoulder. It was friendly fire-- the round hit a tree and exploded and it was just bad luck. He had a wife and 5 kids.
Oh I shouldn't be working at this at night. No no no.
I will tend to my houseplants tomorrow morning. For a break. Transplant the one, and rearrange. maybe do some cleaning.
head hurts.
then i'll come back to this, when my head hurts less.
and magically, the columns will sort themselves out.
Yes.
columns...not...aligning....
NO! NO MORE HTML!
bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad
i miss panda, where is panda? gone so long... oh, only a week. only a week?!?!?
a month is too long, i will implode. (but it has been a month and a half since i saw any panda. yes? i think so... like, 40 days. a Lent of panda-drought. so wussy am I, yes wussy. that's nothing compared to what's to come. Oh it hurts my tummy to think of the panda drought. Tummy's not the word, but I dunno what is.)
my brain hurts.
eyes funny.
no brain html pandaless no hurts!!!
sore throat. cold coming. chest feels bad again.
i say unto thee nay, nay, return whence thy came for thou canst offer me naught but ill. Desist and molest me no more. Begone, foul dwimmerlaik.
and align my columns properly god damn it.
nothing works, nothing nothing nothing.
i have so much to do, so much to dooooo... and no brain left to do it with, no, nothing in attention span, run dry in cleverness, so tired.
i wish i had a thesis advisor who could tell me what to do next.
like everyone else seems to have.
i wish she'd at least meet with me. or answer my emails about my project.
she said she was busy but she didn't say she wouldn't do it.
sigh.
:(
with downcast eyes and heavy heart i set about my work, only to realize that it is sleep that i need; as i puzzled over how to properly align my columns and make the main body column 571 pixels wide, i realized that i had drifted off into playing with my hair, and was making no progress. at all.
i'm doing the page with the letter Dad got shortly after arriving home, which was his buddy Stromman telling him about all their mutual friends who had just been killed/wounded in a recent action. Including the guy whose photo has been on the wall in our computer room since i can remember.
it's depressing. the story's all about how dad grew as a person and how much he learned about the world and his place in it... and then most of the cast i've grown to know from his reports get theirs just after he leaves. I knew Freitas was a goner, because I knew he was the guy in the picture (because his name, rubbed from The Wall, was stuck into the frame). But ... Jaskulski, WIA, whose name gave me such trouble in the transcriptions, and Oddo whose name I couldn't figure out either, and Ward whose name was refreshingly comprehensible... all medevaced to japan with frag wounds... and it took Freitas 25 minutes to die because the medic wasn't there and the guys couldn't stop the bleeding in his shoulder. It was friendly fire-- the round hit a tree and exploded and it was just bad luck. He had a wife and 5 kids.
Oh I shouldn't be working at this at night. No no no.
I will tend to my houseplants tomorrow morning. For a break. Transplant the one, and rearrange. maybe do some cleaning.
head hurts.
then i'll come back to this, when my head hurts less.
and magically, the columns will sort themselves out.
Yes.
