Phendrana Drifts

I remember the day I began learning HTML. 1997, and the university club I was in needed a web page. Well, they thought they did. Then turned to me. I looked the most geeky. I didn't know a thing about HTML but it was assumed my geekiness would prevail. Once I began learning how I was amazed. I couldn't get over how much I could learn and how much of a difference an hour of reading and trying got me. I started with the primers from the computing department at the University of Calgary, and quickly moved on to everything else there was to learn. Well, not everything else, but certainly enough that I know lots, more than almost anyone else I know in person and enough to have been paid to do it.

Which is why it is so annoying and anger-inducing that I can't make my web page do what I want. Grr... Art is done. Copy is written. Design is in my head. Grr...

I hate Mondays. I am so tired. Why don't I go to bed? It is 11:00 and there is nothing stopping me from going to bed. No reading. No homework. Nothing work-related (unless a certain VP Student Life e-mails me her copy). And yet, knowing me I will be not in bed three hours from now. Why? No good reason, except there is no Allie. She continues working night shifts until Wednesday night. I am so selfish. But yet halucination will soon result. I should make it to Wednesday. And then there will be sleeping.

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