Ugh. The new template I was working on is completely screwed up. :x I don’t think that I’m ever going to get the handle of this crap. I’ve considered overhauling this entire site with a new blogging script, but I’ve already spent so much time trying to understand this WordPress stuff. I don’t want it all to have been a waste. The stupid validation services say that my coding is valid, but nothing shows up correctly. It’s just… so annoying. I get so frustrated, sometimes I think I’m going to pull out what little hair I have. Hopefully I’ll be able to make myself a new theme… otherwise I’m going to have to switch to something pre-made, and I hate that. :?

Good news is though… I was approved to own the Black Bird fanlisting. :lol: I’m really excited about this, considering this is my favourite manga right now. I’ve already got the layout and some of the content made, and now I’m just waiting for the permission to use some things and I’ll have that up and running. I haven’t owned any fanlistings in a long, long time, so we’ll see how I do. I’m pretty happy that I was approved for this. Black Bird is a beautiful story, so for anyone who loves a good romance with demons and such, check it out. Also, I have finally opened up the Filth clique, so if you’re a fan of Dani Filth or Cradle of Filth, please join. It’s in dire need of members.

I’m in dire need of some caffeine. :( If it weren’t so late (or early – I guess) I would grind up some beans and indulge in a pot, but Sarah is sleeping and I don’t want to wake her. Considering she’s got school and whatnot. I think I might have already woken her up already once though, when I let Tamara in. Ooooops. LOL.

Lots of drama going on around the house… which is a constant headache. My darling baby girl, Elizabeth Bathory, ran away. Brian, being the super intelligent wad of douchebag that he is, left the basement door open and she escaped. That was three days ago. She hasn’t returned home yet, and we’ve been routinely scouring the neighbourhood for her… but at this point, my hope is faltering. There’s also some other things going on, but I’m thinking that if I feel like talking about that, I’ll make the entry password protected. Who knows.