oh look, I'm a virtual klutz too

I am convinced that I am, subconsciously, out to get myself. It's the silly little things that lend credence to that belief. Like this:



Apparently I didn't setup the e-mail address correctly, and neither do I recall the correct password to be able to fix it. While I can see that I've been sent 7 messages, I didn't actually get them.

So, any of you who've sent well wishes/death threats/secret confessions of love or lust, better luck next year.


I did make it to work today. No high temperature this morning, so I'm hoping I'm getting over this.