October 3-4, 2000 — Cold sweat, hallucinations, bland food

My sleep habits this week have been a bit lacking, and I'm certainly paying for it. My arms hurt a lot too. And not using ICQ is making me feel rather lonely, but it will pass. Worse feelings than this have passed.

I still don't really like the design I've done for the Bran Van 3000 site. It's so hard to have so little in the way of finished artwork to use, and to know that even what I do have might be changing. Not to mention the fun of spending hours trying to find ways to base a site design around horizontal stripes and a big circle for a focal point; I'm now convinced that there is no realistic way to make a site based around these things look decent. So I didn't use the circle or the horizontal stripes, and now the site just looks plain. I think that once the final art is done, I'll redesign again.

Johnston and I are zero for two as far as Radiohead tickets are concerned. We didn't win any at HMV, and we weren't able to get through for the advance Internet sale. If we don't get them on Saturday (and let's just say that I'm not exactly filled with confidence), it's all over.

I have a huge headache and I feel like cleaning my room.

My camera isn't doing a very good job with colour these days. I've given up on getting it to take any accurately coloured pictures and I instead do my best to get really bizarre and stupid-looking shots of me.

What a life, eh?

My going to the vegetarian restaurant to get a sandwhich everyday for supper instead of eating in the cafeteria with the rest of Middle House is apparently quite antisocial of me, I'm told. The joke being that this is one of the few things I do that doesn't have antisocial motives behind it -- I really like to food better at the vegetarian place, despite getting horribly small portions.

I think that once anti-greg's ready for search engines (I have a checklist of things I have to do prior to this), I might just let people at Victoria know about the site. Except for my less-than-enthusiastic description of frosh week and my slightly jaded view of traditionals, I don't think I've said anything on here that I'll regret. And even if I did, it'll be hard to track down as I quickly approach the 200 mark for journal entries.

I'm very tempted to throw my Web cam out the window right now.

I can't write anymore. I need to go for a walk.