I have managed to sleep away the last 19 hours with the aid of Ny-Quil. Not only am I pist that I just threw away a day of my life, but I’m scared of how it happened.

“The nighttime, sniffeling, sneezing, coughing, stuffy-head, fever, how the fuck did I sleep the day away medecine.”

Ten days and a cold later, I finally have partial access to my account. I still can’t connect with FrontPage, but for now, I’ll take what I can get.

At least this fiasco hasn’t stifled my creative juices. I am pretty pleased with the new look, and I should have a good portion of it ready for the new year, although I think it won’t be totally done until the end of January.

Considering I was only expecting three gifts for all of Christmas, I made out like a bandit:

• CD’s – Chevelle, Days Of The New, Moby, and Godsmack
• 1 Video – Video Girl Ai
• 2 Sweaters
• 1 Shirt
• $100 in Monmouth Mall gift certificates
• Etc.

Not that Christmas is about getting gifts. Perrish the thought! ^_^

Right now, I am in day five of a lock out of sorts. My hosting provider, CI Host, has been upgrading some hardware, which has locked out my FTP access, and my ability to change the pages around here. Thank god HTTP and CGI access wern’t being blocked as well, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this, and I wouldn’t be writing this.

Considering I’m paying for the privelage of server space, you think they could have told me this was going to happen? You think they could try and speed up the repairs, considering I’ve called tech support 6 times now? For crying out loud, I had less problems when I had my site at Xoom, and they were giving it away!

Maybe I should start looking for a new host?

I was given a very special Christmas gift today by my Aunt Gail. One that I will cherish for the rest of my days on this world. I received a measure of closure in my mothers death, and in her own words.

Things that were known but never said between us were laid out in the letter. I had to read the letter in bits and pieces, because I couldn’t get more than a few lines in before I started crying. Eventually I made it to the end, but a lot of it hasn’t really sunken in.

I’m sure I’ll re-read and re-read and re-read that letter until I’m old and gray, whenever I need cheering up. I look forward to it. It’s a reminder of just how much my mother loved me.