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So I’m trying to figure this out.  This requires an analogy of sorts.  Don’t worry, I’m good at these.  In fact, I’m like a shark.

Okay, so imagine a bathtub that won’t drain.  Or at least, it drains very very slowly.  It’s full of soap and hair and scum and you know, showery stuff.  That’s how my brain feels at the moment, like a bathtub full of water that won’t drain fast enough.  It impairs my judgement.  At least I really feel that way, like my decision making process is being muddled.  I need an information dump of some kind.  So here goes said dump.  Don’t worry, I flush.

So I started looking into PA equipment.  I also used it as a chance to play with the new Google Notebook.  Definately going to end up sinking some money into this I have a feeling.  But that’s alright.  Oh, and the Notebook works okay.  Could be better though.  I was hoping to catch Steve tonight to discuss some of it with him, but alas, he was not around.

Keeping on the trend of trying new Google things, I tried out Google Pages.  I built a page to sell my old car.  I need to toss some pictures on still, but I can see it’s handiness, even if it is a pretty basic page hosting solution.  Odds are I won’t worry about it once my server is back up.  Which will be soon (this week).

I just can’t shake this weird feeling I have though.  I don’t get it.  Like I’m forgetting something, but expectant and confused.  And I want a pickle.  Could I be pregnant?  I think it is a definate possibility.

Isis has allergies and in just the past couple days has managed to scratch some serious bald spots.  I’m gonna get her to the vet tomorrow, but I don’t know what they’ll be able to do.  One is under her chin, the other is right on her cheek.    It makes me very sad to see her that way.  I have to keep a close eye on her to keep her from scratching, otherwise it’ll never heal.

Okay, I’m gonna try to find something productive to occupy myself with.  Leave me some witty remarks, comments, or messages, because I know if you’ve read this far, you likely need something to do as bad as I do.