  Fucking christ again. I just spent the last two hours working to transfer my site to another blog hosting service in the hope that I could make the thing look a bit more professional, a bit more dynamic. But in frustration, Ive given up. Whats the effort worth? Alls I want is to have a background picture, to find a graphics-based blog site. One, of course, that I dont have to pay for. Anyone out there a pro at using Squarespace? I got really into developing one there, but the real meat of it was lost to me.
I couldnt make it any more fancy than this one. So fuck it. and too, theres more important things to do today than waste away before the computer. Sometimes I wish I had a skateboard. Or that I had the trust in myself to throw on my blades. Theres some things Id like to do in town that I fear Im unable to on account of being crippled. Walking it is just so far yet Can you imagine me on a skateboard? Id be semi-lodged in a gutter somewhere at the bottom of a hill. Knowing me, Id go at it as if I still could negotiate a half-pipe.
And end up looking like a sad old lady with child-like scraped knees and elbows. No more ego-strutting at this age. The body is far too worked. Im worried about Kelly. Is she ok? Can I help? Send her something to make a few moments of her day a bit better? Poor dear. 
