Still can't seem to figure out the HTML code to get my site up. I only have the "parent directory" showing up instead of the site as it were. Oh, well. I might eventually figure it out. I'll talk to one of the geeks at work and see what they say. Probably take them about 5 seconds to fix it. Figures.
But there IS some good news on that front - I DID figure out how to link all my pix and the like and all the links work. It's just the url link isn't showing up on the WEB PAGE - it's showing the code. Ah, well.
And that means that I should be able to enhance THIS site (once I get around to it.) Methinks right now my lazy ass is going to nap a bit. So there! Jealous? I thought so.
Finally got back to going to the gym. So nice. It probably sounds really weird but I like moving around and working out. It's relaxing. Odd, I know. But hey I'm weird (or so I've been told). And swimming as much as I want is my "reward" for doing the cardio workout.
Another touch of aggrivation today - for some reason the muse is skulking around giving me the pouty hurt look and I can't seem to figure out why. He was all nice and talkative this morning, snuggling up next to me and purring in that throaty voice of his but as soon as I got out of bed (because I thought that's what he wanted me to do - start writing) he just turned his nose up at me. Even AFTER I took a shower! Humph! WTF is up with THAT?
Now he won't talk to me. He just keeps eyeing me over his shoulder like the dog does when HE'S disgusted with you. At least the dog usually has a good reason for looking at me like that (I've probably accidently stepped on him or something). But I can't figure out why Mr. Wicked is giving me that look. I thought he wanted me to get up and write but when I got up and sat down here he just pouted.
GAH! Maybe our earlier conversation didn't end the way he thought it would so he's pouting. I swear sometimes he's moodier than my mother for the love of Pete!
I'm thinking I probably didn't sufficiently stroke his massive . . . .
ego (made you look!) enough.
But that can't be. I nearly begged him for more info. I told him he was beautiful, splendid and sexy. I told him he made me weak in the knees and how lucky I am to have him.
Hmmmm - maybe that's why he's disgusted with me. I was too easy. *sigh* Well, I figured that after three months of haunting it was the least I could do - considering that he told me he would be leaving me. I figured what harm could it do to stroke that . . . ego of his a little, right?
He's probably disappointed to find out that I'm just a big squishy mess inside. Ah, well. He'll get over it, I'm sure. I could always go back to ignoring him since he seems to like that game much better.
Ah, now he's finally decided to speak. Seems he doesn't BELIEVE me. Thinks I'm just trying to torment him (I believe the psychological term for his particular affliction is called "projection"). Whatever.
Yeah, I've been lying to you. I think you're hateful, vile, nefarious and horrid. How's that suit you? I thought so. Now he doesn't believe THAT, either. *sigh* I'm taking a nap. I've had enough of this!
The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 12:33 PM
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