Still blaugh. Actually, even blaugher than ever.
Blaugh enough to even feel kinda sick... which might've been the problem all along. I've been running a low-grade fever for more than a week, haven't really been too concerned about it. But today (actually, early this morning... I got up at 03:30...) I'm starting to feel like I have the flu or something. Total body... well, not really aches... but it's just kinda uncomfortable under my skin. And my skin don't feel too good either.
But, since it seems to be slowly progressing, I'll find out sooner or later. I'll either get better or worse. If I get better, I'll just forget about it... if I get worse and I don't die from it I'll eventually get better...
Stuff that don't kill you makes you stronger. Yeah, right. However, it will just hang around and wait until you get weaker again, then it'll try again. Sometime or another, it'll succeed. Betcher life on it.
Working on my javascript thingie most of the day when I wasn't sleeping. I'm getting there, I think. It's interesting to note that out of all of the javascript sites that I've visited, none of them have the solution. Nor have they asked the question. Which leads me to think that
- I'm breaking new ground here! I could become famous! or,
- What I'm wanting to do is impossible using javascript.
More journal stuff... I certainly didn't mean to imply from what I said yesterday that I was considering quitting nilknarf! I'm just getting tired of everyone else's journals! I think that it's a phase that I'm going through.
Speaking of phases... sometimes I get upset when words are used wrongly in other peoples' writings... like faze/phase, site/sight... maybe I'm just too damned critical in my old age. Or too damned anal. I just had to look up phase/faze in the dictionary to be sure that I didn't embarrass myself... again...
One thing about on-line journalling... you grow a thick skin. It's very hard to write daily and not screw up, sometimes phenomenally... either spelling errors or just by not writing clearly. In a way, I'm kinda jealous of those journal-keepers who update much less often. They have the time to polish each entry... and in a way, I feel vastly superior to them, since I write so well without having to polish at all... (that's a joke, folks!)
I heard from JD the other day. He is still working for Pizza Hut, Tyler's still not working... JD will be going to SHSU for another semester... they're making progress with their music, still planning to send me a tape... someday...
It's still raining here in Kansas. A thunderstorm woke me up about 15:00. I was having a dream about my dad. We were in the Southwest, somewhere, he was showing me all kinds of neat stuff, then we were verbally attacked by some cliff-dwelling indians... then both of my kids were there.
I hadn't really thought about this... but my dad, through his alcoholism, deprived my kids of knowing him, too. Damned shame. I only hope that I live long enough to know my grandkids... JD and Tylers' kids, I mean... I know all of my other grandkids pretty well, thank you! I don't want to deprive them of knowing me by smoking... oops, I said that I wouldn't mention that. Hard not to.
I think that I'll eat something and go back to bed now.