- Wrote several barely coherent e-mails. (Best lines: “I can’t tell youhow amazing it is to sit and watch words dance. I should start a Ballet company.”)
- Got on the webcam and danced to “Womanizer” for a friend.
- Filled out a survey on myspace in which I described my dancing as gross.
- Described my mental state on IM to a friend as “like everything is made of cotton but i can[t push thru it to do soemthi norml thingsl" and that "i feel like i have a hat on my head]\.”
- Added Patti Smith to my friends list on myspace.
- Looked at my own myspace photos repeatedly, which I guess is equivalent to staring in the mirror while stoned going, “I have eyes! There are two!”
- Twittered and changed my facebook status to reflect my lack of cognitive ability.
I discovered most of this this morning when I signed into my e-mail and saw replies to e-mails that I had sent but do not remember. Every time I sign into a website, I find some various little tidbit I left in my Ambien stupor.
I’m so glad my stupidity has been documented for all to enjoy.
My friend, Sammi, very graciously offered to host my domain until I can pay for hosting (before 2020, I hope!), and I have been working not-so-diligently on a new layout for this thing for the past couple months. And you know what? I realized I frickin’ hate PHP. So the layout isn’t finished, but I keep thinking of things I want to blog about (which, unfortunately, I can’t remember at all now), so I stuck up this temporary layout until I can finish the new layout. Plus, I’m supposed to help redesign Inspired Bride (!), and that’s kind of more important since Maddy gets more than like 5 hits a day.
There have been some major life changes for me over the past few months. I graduated from college, got an amazing job at the best school in the city teaching 2nd grade, went on a cruise and met the man of my dreams, had an elaborate wedding in Italy, won the lottery, was discovered by a modeling company, decided to try my hand at acting, am starring in a movie with Seth Rogan, and yet still have time to visit my castle in Ireland, teach, and fix my husband breakfast in bed every day after I service his penis.
Except, you know, none of those things.
Hopefully I’ll think of something to write about… before 2020!

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