I know, I know...what a hard life, eh? Just feeling kinda surly and dissatisfied this evening. I DID clean up the last of my Rome report, but now I can't get FTP to work properly from here for some reason. I was tired all day, but right now I'm not really sleepy. Grrr!
Update: Okay never mind, I got the ftp working. Who the heck changed my password? Because of course I would never do such a thing... No, this is the problem with having a cute little ftp gui on my home computer that saves locations and ids. I didn't remember that the ftp password I'd set up wasn't the same as the main account password. (And really, who would do something so silly?)
That doesn't mean I'm not still crabby.
But that's okay; sometimes these things happen.
Tangent: sometimes I get into the rut where I feel like every journal entry I write should be Interesting And Important, and therefore when I don't have anything clever to say I lapse into silence. I forget that even the mundane little entries such as this one are useful to my future self, in remembering what I was doing and what I was thinking.
And although I freely admit that I love to write for an audience, (and I do love your feedback, dear readers), mostly this thing is for me after all. Sometimes I need to just let myself babble about Uninteresting And Unimportant crap now and then. It's good to be writing, at least, and I like to look back on my journal and know what was up.
Even if it's not especially fascinating.