I just whipped out a website for my dad. This is like the fifth incarnation for him. He has never liked what I have done and I'm sure he won't like this for some reason or another. I feel like such a loser. The umbilical cord is still attached. Oy.
I don't want to be like that, ever. "I did this so you do that and if you don't you are a horrible lame person". Jeeebus. I ended up using a template that I had. I'm just glad it's over. I have to laugh at those people who get "me" time. Like what the fuck is that?
On a more pleasant note, I finished my first week of Couch to 5K last night. Tomorrow I'll start week two. Maybe I will make that my "me" time. Those moments when I'm sweating my fat ass off, feeling like choking, ahh. How refreshing.
Last night I watched "The Fountain". I bawled. Can't wait to see "Black Swan". Loved "Requiem for a Dream"(one of my faves). As usual, that thought puts it all back into perspective. Things could always be worse.