Well, work is fairly nuts today--seems to always happen when there's plenty of stuff going on outside of work. In case you're wondering, I still haven't figured out what to get illustrious stepfather--it's more difficult than expected this year. I'm afraid I'll have to head over to B&N at lunch and grab a couple of books and a CD or something.

Why on earth must he be so difficult? Urg.

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Then the Psd to HTML or PSD to CSS conversion is carried out by hard coding the image to fit into HTML frames or layers

No closet-cleaning was done, quite obviously--that pop tart knocked me out. Okay, that's a lie. I did, however, fold some odious laundry, much to Boy's delight. Hung out with one of my brothers, too--he was on his way to his tutor's house and stopped by to rummage through our fridge. Apparently the meds he's on suppress his appetite--so he doesn't eat during the day, not usually until 8 or 9 at night.

I think I need Ritalin.

I mean, aside from the apetite-supression-thing, perhaps I'd be able to focus. Oh wait, that's why I need glasses.

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You'll notice I'm not side-splittingly funny today. That's what happens when I have work to do, heh. And I couldn't remember my dream from last night, perhaps later.