Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

My entire journal seems to have changed by itself.

All the customisations have gone, the layout is different and everything.

I have no idea why it's done that, and more annoyingly I can't remember what I did to get it the way I wanted it in the first place. Bugger.

Oh well, I don't have time to play now. Later perhaps. Or maybe it will just stay the way it is...

Having pretty much dozed my way to work on the oven Tube, I can now feel my cells slowly inflating as I drink the first office coffee of the day. It is the unique combination of coffee, air conditioning and New York style sandwich that wakes me up at work. The same coffee at home just doesn't do it, oddly enough. But then I suppose there is less incentive to wake up at home when lolling around in a trance, listening to the radio is a perfectly viable alternative.

The more observant of you out there, gentle readers, may notice that I have succumbed at long last to the use of something other than the original LJ standard style S1. This was not because of any overwhelming need for change on my part, merely a feeling of narkdom on finding that none of my carefully inserted tags was worth the paper it was written on¹ under the old style.

So. Change. Inevitable, I suppose. But it brings more change in its wake. For now I look at the lay out and start wondering what if...?

If I disappear offline for a few days or weeks, you will know that I have accidentally folded reality whilst tampering with things man was not meant to know^TM2.


¹Once again, written language fails to keep up with technology, and the more accurate,'not worth the cyberspace it's stored in' just sounds posy.

²The LJ style system. Do try to keep up.