I've decided that I need to do something about the design of my journal. It won't be anything terribly extreme (I think), and don't expect it anytime soon. I still have to figure out what exactly I'm going to do. grin

My problem is that I have a difficult time visualizing a design that I want. If I could just see it in my head, I would just whip out the HTML required for the design and then slap it up. But I have very vague, fuzzy notions of what I want my page to look like. Vague and fuzzy is difficult to read, which is why they give people glasses.

I haven't been able to concentrate much since the fairies have been banging nails into my head again.

For three days I've had a terrible headache. It's not totally terrible all the time, but it has been going constantly. Sometimes it fades almost into non-existence, and sometimes it's so severe I can hardly keep my eyes open. . I'm glad that Dave isn't around, since he'd just bug me to go to the doctor. Then again, if he really was around I could just snuggle up to him until the pain went away.

I have a severe fairy infestation in my life. They can be funny, but usually I want to just kill them all. The key fairies make off with my keys constantly. I usually find them under a stack of papers on my dining room table, just where they shouldn't be.

When I had a very old car, I had fairies that took care of him. If the oil was getting low they would fill it up a bit. If the brakes squealed a lot, they would make them stop squealing just before I took the car into the mechanic. When Dexter gets that old I hope there are fairies to take care of him.

I used to have fairies that took money out of my bank account when I wasn't looking, but thorough checkbook balancing has managed to eradicate those particular pests. You must forgive me if I don't clap my hands.

I wish I knew how to attract dishwashing fairies.

I have had fairies that take my keys, and fairies that fixed my car, and fairies that pilfered my money. I also have sadistic fairies outfitted with large hammers and three-inch nails.

When I sleep, they methodically map out my head and select certain pressure points in which to insert their spikes. Then, careful not to wake me, they pound the spike into my head. When I wake up they ascertain the effect that the spike has on me. The next night they repeat the experiment, since proper scientific experiments should be repeated if possible.

You know, like in that Star Trek: Voyager episode. But instead of aliens I have fairies.

What if they're alien fairies?

That would explain a lot about my life.