I had a bad day at work yesterday, a day in which I sat in my cubicle under a dark storm cloud and made no forward progress on any project at all. After eight hours stewing in hate I drove home in bad traffic and went to bed, completely exhausted.
I dreamed I was at work, and it was a really bad day, but an entirely different bad day from the one I had already actually had. In my dream I went out to have a nice long run, which usually helps to cheer me up. And in my dream the run just utterly sucked because I was still so angry from having such a bad day at work. I woke up completely exhausted.
So I got up and had breakfast and went into town for a real run. When I got there I discovered that I had brought two left running shoes. I went running in my street shoes instead, which felt kind of like running on rocks with my hamstrings tightened up to 11. I lasted a little over three miles before the sparks of pain in my hips forced me to stop, and some kind of bug stung me on the neck. I walked back to the gym in a dark storm cloud and drove home again.
Now I’m here working at home and I’m having a really bad day, making no forward progress on any project at all. I feel completely exhausted.
I would take a nap but I’m afraid I would dream about writing a blog post about having a bad day and then dream about having a bad day and going for a run and then dream about going for a run and writing about it.
What day is it anyway?
(warning, long)
The war has gone on for so long that we almost cannot remember a time in which we were at peace. We start awake at night at the slightest noise, ready to charge outside shouting with guns drawn, only to find we are hurling our fury at shadows, and there is nothing there. Sometimes we awaken in the morning to find they have silently raided us in the night and left nothing but rubble and torn ground in their wake.
We have greater resources, but they have more numbers, and they are relentless. They have worn us down over the years, our rampaging enemy with the floppy ears and the big, round, soft eyes.
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It is nice when months of fretting pays off in a ten-minute update with only a few dumbass PHP errors.
There are still some messy bits here and old links are broken. I have some new images to put in later on when I finish drawing them. And the “www” part of the site is still old. But it’ll be easier to fix everything now that the new blog is settled into its new home.
I’ve closed down comments on all the posts here in preparation for a big blog move. I’m migrating all my web sites over to WordPress, with a new simpler structure and an integrated redesign. I think I’ve planned everything out, and I’ve done most of the work on a testing site, but who knows how well it’ll actually work when I put it all in place. This old site you’re looking at is a really old movable type installation with a lot of hand-built customizations, most of which were really stupid in retrospect (my urge to tinker won out over basic common sense). The conversion has been a lot more painful as a result.
The biggest change for many of you will be a new feed URL. The old blog supported every variety of feed flavor; the new blog will have only one feed (RSS) and it’ll be at a different URL. (http://blog.lauralemay.com/feed)
I’ll redirect all the old feed URLs to the new feed but I don’t know how well that’ll work for feed readers. I’ll also put up a reminder post in the old feeds when the conversion goes through.
This is not like putting a lander on mars or anything, but my goal for all this brouhaha is to make it easier for me to actually, you know, write.
