Turnip pharmink

Phive years ago i phorced myselph awake phrom a coma. Ask yourselph: iph everything is wrapped up & phinished, why phling yourselph back and do it again? Maybe lyphe was good enouph the phirst time and making it better is superphluous.

Well, aphter an eleven day phishing trip into the collective phlotsam, I did resurphace and much to the surprise oph the team of phixated neurologists, I was not ready for embalming, I could still read and write, but all the other philes were phickle – news @ phive – a phantom of his phormer selph. Yuck! Haph a century of memory and the skills of an inphant. Yuck – I phorgot, did I already say that?

Yesterday was the worst day in phive years. I decided to sign up phore web hosting with yahoo… Did I say it was the worst thing I did in phive years? I spent six hours on the telephone, mostly on hold, with customer support, who told me that wordpress is not supported by yahoo. And the little very nice helpers at apple pro care, won’t support anything except apple. Except somone should tell them the student blog on their web page is supported by wordpress.

Gosh. Bitterness is phoolish. Disappointment is human. I waited these many years to pick up a project and start writing again. I was so excited about a nice little bloggolla on the web. My own little turnip patch: carrots phrom carrot seeds, and everything wonderphull phore a pharm.

I cannot get wordpress to work on my own with binaryblue. I have worked harder than I have worked at anything in phive years. That would be a good sign. Except I think my trusty serphice dog and me just shud have a turnip pharm, because I cannot make anything work in the world.