So, I haven't written here in awhile.

I fixed a resolution problem for my workplace's website. It was so easy - just a padding problem, a number adjustment. All this time, I've thought I would have to adjust the forced spacing, link size, frame size, etc., or any number of the aforementioned. Nope - just one parameter. Hurrah!

I've got considerably more of my Xmas shopping done than I had. I now have Joel's and Cole's gifts wrapped up pretty in my closet. Next on the list is Joey's, I suppose. I'm going to be so broke.

I dreamed about a friend that died four years ago this January. We were shopping together, and I picked out a shirt she fell in love with. I remember starting to wake up, and thinking, No, don't wake up.... If you do, you won't get to see her again for a long time. But, I did. She wasn't a close friend, but she was a nice girl.

I'm having a lot more guilt about something than Adam is. It keeps coming up again and again in my mind, while he seems to have put it behind him altogether. I am glad for him, and wish I could do the same. I wonder if there is anything I could do to help myself, but, I'm not sure how it would work - actually, I'm almost sure it wouldn't. So... bleh.

I've got two ideas in mind for writing projects, but no faith in myself to write them well, or motivation to start on them.

• A man leaves his pregnant girlfriend. Her best friend moves in with her, to keep her company in his absence, volunteers to help raise the child until she deems someone else more worthy of the job. The woman, largely due to loneliness and postpartum depression, starts to think she's in love with the friend. I'd probably make the friend female, just to mix things up. I don't like to be too typical, and I like to expose the harmless reality of same-sex love.
• A woman is involved in a car accident, and lightly scarred. Her husband sees no less of her beauty, but all she sees in the mirror is a hideous monster. Her self-esteem issues slowly start to wear away at first the abundant patience of her loving husband, then at the strength of their marriage.

I started every paragraph with 'I.' I rule.