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Not sure where exactly this entire weekend went. My mind feels like it’s been liquified, and I’m not sure if I’m coming down with something, if I’ve grown allergic to my parents’ dog and my sister’s dog, if I’m suffering from really severe caffeine withdrawal, or if I’m quite possibly losing my mind.

I’m playing around with SimpleLog’s theming engine. I haven’t quite figured everything out, and I realize this theme looks pretty rudimentary. But I’m digging on the simplicity of Helvetica.

To do:

  • figuring out how to create a complete archive list in the sidebar. As an example:
    • 2007
      • November
      • October
      • September
      • August
      • July
      • June
      • May
      • April
      • March
      • February
      • January
    • 2006
      • December
      • November
      • October
      • September
      • August
      • July
      • June
      • May
      • April
      • March
      • February
      • January
    • 2005
      • December
      • November
      • October
      • September
      • August
      • July
      • June
      • May
      • April
      • March
      • February
      • January
  • making a list of tags
  • adding my del.icio.us entries (using javascript, I guess)
  • adding my Google Reader entries
  • lots of additional tweaking to the CSS
  • turning the horizontal rule <hr/> into a fleuron

I went home to L.A. this weekend because it was my Dad’s 64th birthday. (That Beatles’ song pops into my head.) We didn’t really do much except eat at Tony Roma’s.

I think maybe the fact that the sun hadn’t come out for like six days was really getting to me. I started feeling really weird today when the sky completely cleared up.

The other night while lying in bed I had this weird sensation of intense pain in my chest that I knew was purely psychosomatic. It was just this feeling of incredible loneliness, made manifest as physical pain. Somehow, I managed to ignore it, and was able to go to sleep, instead of ending up ruminating on all the wrong turns of my life, and remarkably, I was fine the next morning.


I don’t know. I’m too frazzled and fried for some reason to write coherently. I’ll try again tomorrow.

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