Blog: Resurrection

Those one or two of my friends who may have come here at the exact moment it was being restructured (in this case, moment = a range of about 6 hours) may have wondered what the hell I was doing to the bloggo. Well, I was doing this to it. Very plain, I know, but I never wanted more than a utilitarian blog.
I would have had it all fixed much quicker if it hadn't been for two things: 1) I fucked up midway through installing MovableType (it's what I get for not really knowing what I'm doing) and had to start again from scratch, and 2) I was at work. But my reference shift, which would have been extremely slow what with NOBODY asking reference questions, just flew by as I FTPed my way to glory. It was bloody, but I got through it.

Today is Friday. This morning, I announced this fact and then put my head on the table. My mother asked me if Fridays are bad for me. I replied that Friday -- or at least this particular Friday -- feels like the end of a long, harrowing journey from hell to the home I knew as a child, where I can finally die in peace lying in the mud. That's not actually what I said, but it was something like that. Then my mother asked me if I had ever actually read Cold Mountain. I said no.

And it was the truth.

I could do with some sleep.