Sigh. Big giant lugubrious sigh...

I am writing this page in the dark, my darlings, since I cannot access my own page. Apparently everyone else in the wide world can, but when I try to hit it or Deb's or Amy's or anything else on Inet-Images, I get this error message telling me that the page has temporarily moved to "here" and the hyperlink on the "here" leads back to the same error message!

I wrote Deb saying "What the fuck?", 'cause I'm just so eloquent and everything, and she said that she could see everything fine, and inet-images support said that they could see everything fine so it's like some sort of Gaslight thing (why no Kymm, there's nothing wrong with your page! I can see it!!) or something.

Maybe I'm in an alternate universe and the only thing that's different is Inet-Images...

So yesterday was my last day as the Goddess of AP, and I'm damn glad of it!
I got Dave to approve the checks that I thought should be paid (the couriers, the sales reps, the other expense reports, the ASAP check requests, the people who had called in weeping for their money, etc.) and I was really thrilled because I had chosen the right checks and he said yes and everything, and then I started passing out the checks and everyone was so ungrateful that I was ready to rip them up and tell everyone to drop dead.

Rosemary said in a flat voice "O great, big money", Jim said "O, I already told the couriers that they wouldn't be paid this week", Linda said "I already mailed the stuff to the sales reps, now I have extra work to do". And I told her to send them out today, next week, or never, I could not possibly care less if I tried with a stick.

I hate everyone.

Last night I got home and had to write next month's column for Electzine (you still have ten days to see my very funny article in this month's issue) because the deadline was yesterday.

Did I have a clue what to write about? Sure didn't. So I wrote an article about how I couldn't think of anything to write. It turned out pretty funny, but you really can only do that one once, you know?

Next month I won't procrastinate 'till the last minute. No, really I won't.

I got the sweetest e-mail the other day.
This guy/girl (couldn't tell from the handle) said that he/she had been feeling kinda crappy and then he/she read my page (mentioning a story from last August) and started laughing and was in a much better mood.
And I said that later in the story my father dies, so if he/she really wanted to keep that good mood, perhaps he/she should skip that bit.

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