I’ve spent the majority of the past 36 hours working on tweaking my blog. Yes, when I say majority, I mean the majority. I think I slept a total of 8 hours in the past two days and two of that was napping from a migraine. As you can see my blog has a new look which means I did the big move. It’s one of the canned themes from ExpressEngine but it will have to suffice until I’m get everything functioning the way I want it to. The theme had a lot of issues and since I used the thing for most of the blogs I’m running off EE, they all have the same stupid problems. *sigh*
I had one big issue with Chunkie Butt that took up about 6 hours last night. There was a stupid duplicating date issue that I couldn’t figure out. Nothing else about the entries would duplicate AND the dates it duplicated weren’t even the dates of the entries. It would duplicate Feb 2 twice, March 3 three times, and April 4 four times…. like it was stuck in a stupid loop. I wanted to scream. I only had the issue in one idiotic little spot (the progress chart). And what good is a progress chart if it doesn’t accurately chart your progress?! So, finally about 3:00 this morning it fixed itself. I’m not saying that I fixed it because I did a copy/paste from the user guide and what I was copy/pasting was the exact friggin’ thing I had in the template to begin with, which is the exact friggin’ thing I copy/pasted earlier in the day. Do you have any shred of an idea how irritating that is? I hope not for your sake cuz, let me tell you, it’s so irritating my monitor nearly hit the floor when it decided to work. *gah* I shouldn’t have brought it up cuz the frustration level about the whole ordeal is rising again. I’m glad it’s working but still… all those hours…. one simple tag…. *sigh*
So anyway… Since I haven’t been sleeping lately, when I do it’s a very hard sleep that I don’t easily wake from. This morning minutes before Adam woke me up to tell me he was leaving for work I realized I was sleeping on my arm and I couldn’t move it. It was numb, cold, and lifeless from my elbow to my fingertips. I grabbed my arm with the other hand to help move it and it felt like it shrunk. I don’t even know how long it took for the blood to start flowing through and the numbness to wear off but my lordy… what an experience. I think he tried to give me a kiss goodbye and I think I said I couldn’t move cuz my arm was dead but don’t quote me on that. I was still pretty much out of it and vaguely remember talking to him at all. Lesson learned: If you’re a stomach sleeper, don’t sleep with your arm underneath you if you got big boobs cuz they will completely cut off circulation.