Photo: I think the title says it all.
First off, this is not my fault. More importantly, this is your fault. I'M TALKING TO YOU, BLOGGER.COM. It's not like my layout or design was anything I wanted--this is something I've been actively trying to change--but thanks for dumping all of my sidebar information and making it impossible to upload an XML template. Also helpful: making my old template obsolete so I couldn't upload the one I'd saved. Even more helpful: the hyper-awake sobriety that accompanies my ADHD at three in the morning.
What have I been doing for the past five hours? Not much--just trying to MASTER THE INTERNET and all of its' languages. PIECE OF CAKE. At first I was confident: "C'mon, HTML, let's grab some text and git 'er done!" Then, in Hour Two, I was like, "Hmmm...XML, WTF, okay, no problem." The frustrated, sleep-deprived weeping started around Hour Four, when the sun began to rise and I was stuck in a Java Script time warp... I don't know Java, and I don't know how it came up, but it is now high on my shit list. Finally, when I realized The Internet had bested me, I wrapped a white flag of surrender around myself and perished. Literally.
I can't figure this out until I get at least an hour of sleep, or until the Esq wakes up in 23856258 hours. Sleeping seems irrelevant when I'm pissed-off and panicking. This