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Steph is muttering direly about the use of frames in websites, but I've finally laid down the outline for the site I promised somebody about 3 months ago. I guess he doesn't understand that sometimes I have to teach myself to accept less than perfect, and it's the job that never gets started as takes longest to finish :)

The past few days have not been good. A smothering cloak of depression is draped across my shoulders, and it needs a good dry-clean. Can't think, can't create, can't plan, can't see any point. I feel like I'm wading through tar. Ultimately, I know that the possibility exists that I could drink my way to death at 50 and the possibility of that being allowed to happen in this world makes life seem so bleak :(

Blech - this is something that I should address tomorrow, rather than dwelling on today. And address it I shall. Probably ;) Problem is knowing where to start...

OK - self-indulgent ramblings at an end. Happy thoughts: I can smell the rose bush under my window + I'm off to watch South Park before bed.