I'm feeling really sorry for myself. I'm doped up on pain killers, watching my stomach turn nine shades of purple and fighting on and off bouts of nausea and headaches. Not how I expected to spend my weekend, or Monday for that matter I suppose. Especially not two weeks before my wedding. And I stink. But it could be worse. I almost died Friday. During this interval of lucidity I'll attempt to tell you why. I warn you, this isn't pretty because it wasn't. And some may ask why I choose to write about it. Well, for one, I certainly don't want to talk about it, and two writing always makes me feel better. Like I can put it past me once it's on paper. I didn't feel well. I left the office around noon, and worked from home. I did a little yoga around six and felt better, so we went to dinner. Around 11pm I felt a demon invade my lower abdomen and try to pull every organ out through my belly button. I fell asleep, or maybe passed out, due to the severity o
go old school. hand write your blogs. show us that you mean it.
ReplyDeleteLook after the text... "So reach out and touch someone. Me. answers@bornwithoutay.com" in that post if you look at the html which you should be able to view that if you try to edit that post and you should notice a tag like this <tt>. That means True Type Font or in less nerd terms even spaced boring old font. This tag is not closed with a </tt> tag so it is wreaking havoc on the rest of the page. It is probably an artifact of something you pasted; perhaps the email address. If you are not able to remove that then it is a bug on the blog where they are putting in this tag incorrectly.
ReplyDeleteThank you Greg Hawk -- that was exactly the problem. JZ, once you start going to door-to-door, I'll start hand writing my blog.
ReplyDeleteNo worries...
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