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I have nothing to say, and shiny new software at the office (Dreamweaver finally showed up, so I get to learn Exciting New Applications, Woo [tm]) with which to be unable to say it.

Feeling like ass, sleeping poorly, yadda yadda yadda. Enjoyed the weekend, even the parts I don't remember. K's mom is in town today until Thursday - talk of painting the kitchen was made, but I don't know if it will be acted upon.

I want to crawl into bed with a book and just read with my eyes closed, because the whole move-the-eyes thing is too much effort.

No idea if we're doing Orlando this weekend. No idea if I'll even make it as far as the front porch between Friday evening and Monday morning, frankly.

graphics notion

Some artsy person could probably garner some accolades for grafting a well-shaped "P" onto the front end of the posters for that new Milla Jovovich flick. . . . and distributing them in NYC.

[I've spent entirely too long screwing around with graphics today, and i'm still not much good at it.]