Writer's Rule #1 : Save Your Work

So, my friends, I was writing an entry about music stores. Something I have wanted to explore for a while now and tonight seemed like the night to do so. I was really getting into it. The creative juices were really flowing and I felt like I was on fire. (In a good way.)

I worked on it for 25 minutes before I accidentally hit the "Back" button on my keyboard and "poof" my entry disappeared.

I had commited one of the writer's deadly sins: Always save your work or risk losing it -- Forever.

Don't you HATE it when that happens?

So, friends, what entries have you lost due to a power failure, hitting the wrong key or just having your computer eat it for lunch?

Imagine what could have been. Sigh.

What the hell am I doing up still?

I'm hanging over this computer, attempting to fix this damn blog.

I realized yesterday that Blogger updated their way blog services, so naturally I thought it was only right go along with upgrade.

Yeah, no.

It was a whole new set-up. I wasn't used to any of it and I spent a good two hours trying to get everything back into working order.

I'm still not happy with everything just yet. That's the profectionist coming out. She's makes occasional visits inbetween napping and staring at distractingly beautiful things at Amazon.com.

So with that, I'm off to bed.

Weird New Year's Resolutions

I have a Myspace.

I have a Facebook.

I have a blog.

But most of the time, I find myself either embracing them to the point of insanity or avoiding them like. Avoiding them like an ex that doesn't stop calling or coming over after it is clearly over.

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So with this New Year, comes the resolutions.

Ahh, the resolutions. The only time of the year my obsessive need make lists seems like the status quo as everyone around starts to take stock of all the things they hope for the new year. Things they like to do, buy, aspire to do... Then wait a month before they manage to blow it.

I blew mine in under 2 days.

I tried... I really tried to make a conscientious effort to eat better.

To take charge of my portions. (My Achilles heel) I would make a plate portioned to perfection.

But my cousin made his Texas Egg rolls, and that promptly went out the window.

My brain started to negotiate with my already growling stomach. They were plotting against me. They had been doing such I tried starvation as irrational means of dieting. I manage to haul off with a handful of those bad boys.

Mental note: Starvation isn’t a very good way of dieting, especially when the stomach starts plotting.

So I decided to stick with things with in my means, instead of making ridiculous expectations on myself.