I want a new post up... yesterday. Unfortunately, I am hell-bent on posting something extremely specific that I can't make work on my craptastic PC in the office, so I'm totally screwed. I've enlisted the help of my husband, who is quite willing, however he tried to fix the issue and quickly discovered that our insanely outdated mac laptops aren't exactly being compliant either. To boot, he's got a bit of the OCD too - and is working on a project far more important than my silly little blog to spend inordinate amounts of time trouble-shooting for me.
What's maddening is that once I get something into my head - I have to make it happen then and there. I am incredibly OCD-esque in this respect and incredibly impatient. It's a lethal combination. Hope I never have any desire to kill myself, 'cause I'd have at it right away. Fortunately, my overwhelming fear of death keeps that from being an issue. If it weren't however, I'd have to believe that my impatience would lead me to attempt it in far too hasty a manner and I'd wind up with a pathetically botched job anyway. Mangled and alive.
So, here I am with this insatiable desire to put something up - and the only thing I want to put up is being a huge pain in the ass. Thus, you get this random rant that really has absolutely nothing to do with whether or not I should have kids. Then again, maybe it does...
Hmm... patience... children?
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