Well, I woke up this morning again feeling well... I really think that Karen's disease, whatever it was, didn't like me. No dizzy spells or anything. I will tempt fate here and declare that the bullet missed me this time. And, joy of joys, I realized that my back doesn't hurt! All of those Tylenol™ must've done their majik. However, my ambition has not yet been restored, if indeed I ever had any... got mostly nuthin' done today. Played a bit with Kim's computer, trying to get it to work again, but no luck so far. I did get on e-bay and bid on a KVM switch and a UPS for Karen's machine. I think that I will now look for a new motherboard for the Kim machine, it's an old 166, slow as molasses. I also need to build a machine for Tyler... so I guess that I need to get back on ebay again and go looking for bargains... Nah, there are no bargains there, it's a cutthroat everybody-wants-yer-money thing, just like the rest of the world. I want to wish brother Dan a happy 40th birthday. That means that I'll be 36 in a coupla months, heh? I wish! No, wait, I was still a drunk then, I wasn't having no fun at all... no matter what I thought at the time I periodically go through my archives looking for mistakes, but I haven't done that in several months. Anyway, I went through the ones from November on, and I found a whole bunch of errors, mostly I would leave the links off at the bottoms... but I found that I had one day, December 26, when I had no entry at all. Of course, I had an entry, and a picture...since I had labeled the picture, I know that I put it in an entry... but I didn't save the entry, for some stupid reason. So, just in case, if everyone would look in their cache for... wait, that won't work, dammit, it will have already been overwritten by every other entry that you've read. So... nevermind. If I don't save the entry, it's just plain gone. Gone, gone, gone.... and it's really amazing that I haven't lost a bunch of entries, as scatterbrained as I can be... It's kinda like taking my pills, there's a routine. Write the entry, spellcheck it, block the text and transfer it to the appropriately-named archive file (in this case, 20011226.htm), save the archive file and upload the archive file and then the main /j.shtml file. My life is made up of routines, and I'm amazed when I think about it... so many little details that I will surely forget if they're out of the routine. Occasionally I'll jump in the shower with Karen and I'll get out and find that I've forgotten to rinse my head, for instance. I have a certain order in which I wash things, and I can't deviate of I'll forget something. Occasionally I really hate being human. We have so many weaknesses and foibles... and then we die. If we would live longer, would we get better? I mean, I know that we don't now, we just wither up, but if we stayed healthy for like 300 years, would we be morally superior people? And what does "Morally Superior" mean? Yes, I was being silly for today's picture. It was kind of insulting for you to have asked. (just joking... I know that you didn't...) On that note...