This is my 201st post. Sinice using moveable type prior to that i did a bunch of entrys with Graymatter, and previous to that i had my own pathetic slef scripted perl/.plan solution with html chuncks in it... Now i know PHP is the way for me. Perl is great but i havent the paticents to learn it.
This is the last week of the evil IBM courses where some stupid guy keep showing up between 7 and 7:15am.. classes dont start til 8:30. I'm not even due to arrive til 7 but am usualy early. But it bugs me that he has no life and is here that early cause hes in my world im used to having this place to my self for a half hour or so and not worring about students showing up while i change drives or setup for a class. I don't think hes the brightest crayon in the box either.
I got a couple new toys last week and havent got to play with them much. I feel almost as if i am negleting them.... I will do something about that later today or this week.
7:03pm: bring the pain. my dad just called and said hes got my doctor bill from when i had strep a little more than a month a go. There goes another hundred or so bucks....
Posted by Ben at February 10, 2003 08:04 AMyou are neglecting more than that
Posted by: Collyn on February 10, 2003 05:02 PMOuch! Harsh, Collyn.
Posted by: Kala on February 11, 2003 03:38 PMSorry Kala, Sometimes you just have to say something :)
Posted by: Collyn on February 11, 2003 03:50 PMCollyn, I haven't the vaguest conception of what your current situation is, that which fuels the bitter poison, but now I'm curious.
Bitter poison... Hmm...
The sunrise does nothing but drip
Paints me in sheets of guilt, shame
Coral and golden anger
In an hour or so the clouds fade
To an irrepresable grey
Their true faces reflective
Of every day of my life!
The rain falls in peals of laughter
From the gods who torment
From the keeper of all the strings
I only pretend to cut the rope around my neck
If only to appear strong
To no avail
Whether he wishes it or not,
I continue to toast to the dredges of this
Bitter poison
As if I was dying for want of wine
(So I am)
Maybe once there is no more sour death
To be had
Two eyes might rest approvingly on me