As you can see, I've been experimenting with new colors and layouts for my blog. If you've been obsessively pressing the refresh button between 1 and 3 PM yesterday, and 9 and 10 AM today--you know who you are, you freakish little gremlin--you've been seizuring with the number of templates and flashy colors I've spiraled through, trying to decide what blog appearance defines me as a person.
I think I died a little inside writing that just now.
Considering that I nearly went into seizures myself when my Internet connection died on Thursday--and considering that the last two nights I've dreamed of a box of tiny, gift-wrapped Millennium Falcons--I'm thinking I need to get out of my house a bit more. Maybe I'll take another walk across the Brooklyn Bridge up to Union Square. It's a 4.5 mile schlep according to Google Maps. That should appease my growing fears of Internet addiction.