testing official wordpress app for android:
so far so good. close to actual wp dashboard experience. very simple interface.
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testing official wordpress app for android:
so far so good. close to actual wp dashboard experience. very simple interface.
i’ve just started february’s first book: genome (matt ridley). so far i’m hooked, but i’ve been wanting to read this book (and delve into this subject) for a while now. we’ll see how i like it.
i hadn’t realized i read so many books this past month (but really, why should i be surprised?) until i really stopped to think about it. and maybe this is not atypical of what every month will be like, but i did manage to plow through quite a lot despite how crazy busy/awful work was/has been/is/continues to be…
it started off with the sookie stackhouse book set the boy got me for christmas. i tried really hard to postpone and put off tearing through those as long as possible. i lasted till shortly after new year. the set had 8 books total, i had already read the first one months ago. seven books in about 3 weeks, in between books i re-read the first one. though, while they are interesting and engaging, do they really count as 8 books total? maybe it’s like one really big books. they’re such a brief, quick read…i just don’t know.
(and it is)
i felt nauseated and headachey and generally blah all day. i never got out of my pjs and i didn’t accomplish much of anything at all (i did clean the stove, though).
i kept putting off everything, and felt really ick ick ick.
i’m still in my pjs. now i can’t sleep. i feel like the hours are slipping through my fingers faster than i can take notice of them.
there’s lots to do tomorrow, but i’m already dreading monday like you wouldn’t believe.
i’m trying to figure out what to do for the super bowl. on the one hand i’m quite excited because new orleans has never been, and they’ve been playing so spectacularly this season that i’m genuinely excited for them. plus, i totally hate loathe and despise the colts. ESPECIALLY peyton fucking manning.
seriously, i hate his damn face. he’s not like john elway/tom brady level of douchefucker yet, but i totally hate his ass. plus he spends so much time spokeswhoring that i’m kinda surprised he even plays football anymore.
so…super bowl menu planning.
drinks? foods? i’m drawing a blank this year. usually i’m better equipped and prepared, but this year?
totally not ready. totally caught off guard.
le sigh.
testing out posting from my android phone, which is so advanced it does shit i never would have dreamed of. possibly useless, kinda interesting.
edited to add:
so far so good! successful, yay! everything above this text was done via my phone, spiffy!
at first, i was hesitant to switch phones because i loved my old flip-style katana and had it FOREVER and was quite attached. but staying current on phone plans with sprint ended up being a god damned ordeal and every time i’d get a plan i really, really liked it would end up being discontinued as newer and fancier gadgets and programs came out. so i was kinda left behind.
right now, i’m a bit overwhelmed with everything my new phone can do. but there are some parts of it i definitely like. especially customizing everything from my own ring tones to alerts and notification sounds to alarms.
plus, when have i ever been not totally enamored of fancy gadgets? i mean, come on, really? i love gadgets!
badger badger badger badger badger badger …
today it feels like a ravenous, bloodthirsty, angry as fuck badger is trying to viciously claw its way out of my innards.
i am tired, achey and severely cranky. plus i had a meeting (in person) with some salesdouche named greg during the badger’s most frenzied attack.
ouch.
i’ve been trapped in work-related hell since friday. there is light at the end of the tunnel and i’ve had a small break to catch my breath, but it’s not over yet.
i have a feeling things are going to get worse before they get better, but that’s assuming they get better.
the worst part about this all is how frustrating it is because i’ve been warning against these exact circumstances for years.
i hate being right.
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