norwescon.
boy there’s some memories there. heh.
i’m beat. my back is still screwed up, so i’m not getting nearly enough sleep, and that sucks. i need all the beauty rest i can get. at least i can walk now. *sigh* the tens unit is helping, but i can’t help but feel.. discouraged.
not because i’m not making progress, but because the stupid thing is taking so long to heal. all of my life i’ve healed fast, and no matter how bad i hurt myself, i was fine in a few days.
getting shot didn’t hurt this bad. i mean hell, the problem is my L5 disk, but i have pains all over my leg because of it???
ugh what a crappy design. “gee, i’ll move and all of a sudden every muscle in my left leg will cramp up and my foot will fall asleep, and my pulse down there will feel like someone is hitting it with a hammer”. urgh.
i really miss gothkittyn. wouldn’t mind seeing hirtzenocker again either. *sigh*. i suppose that we’ll all go do lunch again after i can actually get around by myself and it’s not quite so much like torture… i’d like to thank ’em both for being there when i really needed them. i don’t do weak well.
other than that, life’s been really busy, business wise. might have something to do with the fact that i really can’t do much other than sit. :/
the site is coming along very well, i’ve never built something this complex, entirely by hand before though. i mean, my bbs is over 10,000 screens, (runs excalibur bbs for windows) but this project is just… crazy. 2 years of planning, 150,000 lines of code, 285,000 images, and it’s about 10% completed. looks good and is functional, it’s just going to do way more than you can see right now..
mmmm.. suns comin up. my normal business hours are noon to midnight, and since i run my own business, that means “up at noon”.
i usually go to bed between 1 and 4 am. now i find myself in bed at midnight, and wide awake with sciatic pain, at 3:30 am or so when the pain killers wear off. … so i’ve seen more sunrises in the past week than i have in the past 15 years.
the first rays of dawn hitting the dew on the leaves of the weeping willow tree in my front yard makes it sparkle. the air is fresh and clean, the breeze off the sound smells of salt, and in the distance i can hear the gulls. goddess but i want to go sailing.
and i would kill for a solid nights sleep.
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