Katie Doyle, Girl About Town

Friday, Oct. 03, 2003 - 12:23 a.m.

So, like, The Boyfriend and I sat down to work on my website - you know, put all the images and text together, make it look all purty, and hit that there little ol' publish button, when his computer crashed. As in, "well shoot, that there hard drive is toast." He was able to recover most of it. All except...can you hear it coming? Should I get a drum roll? Yyyyep; all except every single one of the images I spent painstaking hours learning thru trial and error how to shoot to the best possible shiny pretty advantage and then spent untold hours more in front of the computer running Fireworks, taking out backgrounds and making them all crisp and clean and pretty for the webpage. All online catalog nicey nice so that women would look at them and go "priittyyyyy" and "shinyyyyyy". And every page I had already laid out, all the html and tags and graphics and all of it.

This is not my week, my friends. No, it is not.

Do you guys have weeks like this? Because I have an awful lot going wrong right now, stuff I am not writing about, because it's really just too depressing for anyone but me to have to deal with, and I swear, I am beginning to feel like what I have here is not so much life, really, as hell with a really big skylight.

I'm just sayin'.

On the lighter side, I did reminisce with someone today about the joys of a little movie called Monty Python & the Holy Grail, which I had no idea is out on DVD, in Special Edition, no less, so I know what I am puttin' on my birthday and Christmas wish list this year. Or Anti-Birthday, I suppose I should say, since that's what I have anymore is anti-birthdays. And I swear, I am NOT going to get excited about this year, because the way things have been goin', there's not much chance of it living up to the expectation, so I think it much safer if I just downplay and ignore the whole damn thing. But if anyone out there has extra cash to blow, and they want to make a certain Irish chick happy, the DVD of MP&THG is a good way to go about it. Again, I'm just sayin'. ;)

So, that's really it. I feel kinda bad I've got nothing pithy to say or fun stories about mice or artichokes or bats. And I can't find my journal to recount more of Paris at the moment either, due to a rather nasty cleaning streak which was embarked upon at the behest of The Boyfriend when I was not in a very good mood and was indeed PMS'g, and I know some of the more female of my readers will understand what that entailed, just by nature of similar events having happened at one point in their lives and by virtue of experiencing firsthand the joys of raging hormones for themselves. Let's just say a great many things which used to be in my possession are no longer, and leave it at that. But I know my Paris journal is one of the things I still have; I was not *that* irritated.

Wow. This just keeps gettin' worse. I think I'd better skidaddle before this just goes entirely to hell and takes other hapless souls with it. Run, people. Run for your lives. Lola's in charge, and it ain't gettin' any prettier. I'll be back when it is.

Peace out,
Katie

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