Thoughtful, or, oh ebay, ebay, ebay, you cheap whore

I really was surprised to realise, just now, that I don't get a summer vacation. This, I feel, is entirely unfair, particularly as so much of my social circle does. But, you know, my job doesn't feel like work, exactly, so maybe that's why I feel that way. Also, it's spring, and in spring I do Strange Things.

Like bud.

I have completely fallen apart at doing anything in the interest of coding. No progress on book, no progress on corset, no progress on reading list, no progress on, um, anything. But I made a character sheet today! It's all...filled in and shit! I'm awesome!

Oh HTML. I'd snuggle you at night. In light of the fact I can't do that, I'd settle for snuggling a programmer. Or, you know, what happened last night, when I fell asleep on the HTML book I bought in the interest of actually, like, figuring out what the fuck I'm doing without having to change the font colour of every single link tab in a 40-cell, 40-link table.

Oh web design. Why didn't I take the job doing coding? Why? I love it so!

No, really. I really do love it, and I just never do it because it's like "Well, I have LJ, so why would I bother?" But I love it, and the site I'm coding now is AWESOME, and it will ROCK, and it's NOT IN RED AND BLACK.

I am made of win today.

But ebay is not! Ebay, you whore! Ebay, you trashy slut! Ebay, you...I'll stop now.

Why do I have so many of my lovely, lovely auctions that are ending during the funeral? MY main question was whether my parents would have their laptop with them so I could put in last-minute bids on auctions ending on Thursday night!

Someday I'll be in therapy over the fact that sometimes I have this pang that I'm totally not bothered by the fact that my grandmother is dead. Or else I'll be ruling the world and crushing all under my steel and velvet bootheel.

You know. One or the other.