I was, once again, working my butt off. This is pretty damned silly, if you ask me (but no one did...); I thought this was supposed to be a holiday or something like that...
I've decided to wait a few days on the site conversion... I did some testing this morning, and I'm not nearly as ready as I thought I was. And, besides that, I found out that I had been lying to you. Heh... and here you thought that I was honest? Fooled you, didn't I?
The journal has not been online 1000 days... but that's how long I've had a web page up. A slight difference, there... I started the online journal on 31 March, 1996... that's... huh... not quite three years.
Much, much later...
The journal has been online for a thousand days. I made a simple mistake... I thought I was wrong. I really should've known better than that...
OK, back to the ass-kicking...
Well, hell, everyone knows that, right?
OK, here's another one: don't play with loaded guns when you're high on cocaine. Because if you do, and accidentally (if stupid can be called accidental...) shoot yourself... they won't give you any pain meds once they find out that there's cocaine in your system. Yup, that's the way it is.
And if you're a three-year-old kid named Tyler, don't stick things up your nose. Especially watch batteries. It will cause you no end of problems, and you will never live it down.
Nothing else very interesting, except that I got an xmas card from Melanie.
I didn't get outta there until late again today, after coming in early last night... which I forgot to mention.
Y'see, quite a while ago, I volunteered to work every night on my regular schedule, even holidays. This makes the holiday schedule even lighter for the rest of the people, and I thought that they appreciated it. However, there has been a new scheme that I just found out about...
The night person now has to work a 12-hour shift on holidays.
Well, I didn't sign up for that. And it wasn't on the regular schedule, and I didn't know about it...
Karen and I were planning to have a nice little dinner here alone before I went to work. She'd baked a turkey and done all of that stuff for just the two of us... and it was ready about 19:00.
She was getting ready to come wake me up when the phone rang... it was work, wondering where I was at. So I got up and went on in, thouroughly pissed.
JD had called from Wyoming, and I tried calling him back before I left, but I got no answer; he called me a work later, though, and we had a nice talk. He and Tyler are having a good time in Jackson Hole, they are getting snowed on and the slopes are very good...
And I am very glad to be home, because I'm gonna take a shower and get to bed. That ass-kicking is starting to settle in...
No picture today. Too tard I am.
Home now. Ass got kicked again. But first, let me clear something up... I lied in the above paragraph.
First off, don't play with guns. Don't play with loaded guns. Don't play with loaded guns when you're drunk.