Under Construction Saturday, May 9, 1998, 9ish a.m. Connie took the alarm clock out into the living room last night, so she'd be up in time for her tests this morning at eight. I woke up enough to hear her getting ready, but never heard her leave. I got up around 7:30 or so, spent a little time getting some of my things together, and then I turned on the computer and sat down to work on updating my site. I guess I've grown tired of the blue shells and their co-ordinating background, because I woundup online, searching for some new border. Doing so on a 14.4 modem is terribly slow (at least to me), so I finally gave up. The background can stay a few more days, as I'll probably settle for another narrow band of color, and won't need to adjust the layout, which is all I originally set out to change. I got frustrated, trying to find a new background I liked, and decided to take a break. But it's hard to tinker with HTML using pen and paper, so back to the computer I go. 8:30pm Well, I wound up making my own background, and tinkered some more with the layout. I'm not quite ready to put it online, but I'm getting there. Maybe tomorrow, if I work on it some while Connie's at work. It seems I've come full circle, as I'm back to a starry night sky, much like I used in my first entries what seems so long ago. I don't like that old background now, with the wide border and the light blue background, but the new look is much cleaner, and I tried to get more whitespace, so it doesn't all look so cluttered. An improvement, I hope. Connie told me she has Monday off, and so she's going to take me home then; I'm anxious to get back, as it's rather depressing here, with all the rain, the unfamiliar apartment noises, and just things in general. She and I went out to a New Age type store, and I looked around while she got a tarot card reading, which seemed to encourage her, after she'd come to the conclusion that Teresa has given up on her, and when we got back, there was a message on the answering machine from Jev. It was a little hard to understand where he said he was, but I believe he had stopped for lunch somewhere. The time stamp said he'd called just three minutes before we got back, so I was a little unhappy about having missed him. I made chicken and rice for late lunch / early dinner, and then Connie headed off to work. For some reason, I suddenly felt tired and depressed, and after a hot bath, I spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening alternating between reading and napping. Jev called back, but we didn't talk terribly long. He did tell me he had a double bed in his room, so we can actually stretch out a bit instead of trying to stay on a twin bed, but he also said the computer was on a ledge in the closet, and I'm not sure if that means it's inaccessible, or what. He was hard to hear, and I wasn't entirely awake, so I'll ask him for a little more information when I talk to him again tomorrow, or Monday after I get home. Hearing his voice just made me miss him more, and I think I was more depressed when he hung up than before he'd called. He said he was going to go out tonight and goof off, and that until I got there, he probably wouldn't be spending much time at 'home', and I get the impression his living arrangements haven't quite turned out to be what he had expected. I was a little uncomfortable with the idea of staying in a stranger's house for a month, but I guess we do what we have to do to be together. He said when I was there, he wouldn't be spending much more time at home... just long enough to come get me and go out. *chuckle* I can't wait... Anyway, I've spent most of my day trying to read Glimmering which turns out to be closer to cyberpunk than what I care to read. I'm getting through it, but it's depressing, and I'm half tempted to change books. Really, I don't want to read, I want to get out of here, but that won't happen for another day and a half. I hate to sound like an ungrateful guest, but I'm not terribly happy here. I did manage to beat the answering machine when Jev called, though only the knowledge that it was probably him got me to answer. I haven't even come up with a topic for the essay I was going to write, but I think I'll hop online and check mail, and maybe I'll find something interesting. I don't know if I'll post it or not, but at the very least, I'll try to write something. I'm off to do that... type to you later. || Previous Entry | Next Entry || || Home | Journal Index || < back two < previous < [ list all | next five | random ] This Webring site owned by Lisana. > next > ahead two > [ about open pages | about webring ]