Arrrrrrrrrrgh.
This 'not getting my comments emailed to me' thing? Yeah, that's gotten pretty much old. I don't like not knowing who's where, saying what, in my journal. I really, really don't like that I look like I'm dropping out in the middle of arguments and discussions, just because I didn't get the email to tell me that the other party(s) involved have replied.
Arrgh, says I. Arrgh.
In other news, am cleaning my bedroom, at least sporadically, which is somewhat like trying to bail out an Olympic-sized swimming pool with a ladle. The ladle leaks, too. It's keen. But hey, I found issue number three of Dorothy, and my 'Drive Me Crazy' soundtrack, so I'm doing reasonably well.
More bulletins from the front to come, assuming the bedroom doesn't eat me.
Arrgh, says I. Arrgh.
In other news, am cleaning my bedroom, at least sporadically, which is somewhat like trying to bail out an Olympic-sized swimming pool with a ladle. The ladle leaks, too. It's keen. But hey, I found issue number three of Dorothy, and my 'Drive Me Crazy' soundtrack, so I'm doing reasonably well.
More bulletins from the front to come, assuming the bedroom doesn't eat me.