I am Not Amused

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So after two days of e-mailing, arranging, drowning in computer coding and generally feeling like I wanted to hit something in a repetitive fashion, I have a semblance of my website back. I don’t have the domain name (that transfer will take about 5 days or so), and I don’t have my design which took more hours than I’d choose to remember to build, but I do have all my photos, posts and comments, and that’s the main thing.

For anyone who hasn’t had the pleasure of my continual complaints on twitter – a couple of days ago my hosting company who provide ‘unlimited space’, suspended me for ‘utilising to much CPU’. Whatever the hell that means. I certainly don’t know. But I could be reinstated if I offered to pay them $150 a month. Because I had no warning, I’ve had to harass the hosting company for backup files, organise a new host and organise the migration. Blah, blah, blah. That’s how I feel about it. The hard part is over now anyway, the rest is just time consuming. So I will be here at http://goodgoog.wordpress.com until my beloved http://goodgoog.com is back up and running.

It’s not just my twitter followers who have been subject to my rants, Riley’s insistence that I read 20 million stories per day has taken a back seat to computer time. I only get through about 10 million or so. Today I was pushing her on the swing, while on the computer. It’s either a new low or a new high, I can’t tell. This afternoon as I was trying to figure everything out, I noticed that she was being unusally quiet. Which normally would spell trouble. I’ve taken my nappy off trouble. Or I’ve decided to decorate my bedroom with toilet paper trouble. Or, look, I’ve just redistributed the contents of the milk on the kitchen floor and started mixing in other things from the pantry kind of trouble. But not today. I turned around and there she was, asleep on her stomach.

For some reason, I find her just that much cuter when she’s fallen asleep on her own, in some random place. Weird, possibly. Caused by acute sleep deprivation and stress, also a possibility. But nonetheless, it was a bright spark in an otherwise awful couple of days. In which I have poured boiling water on my own hand, temporarily lost my mobile phone (again) and smashed far too many things in the kitchen. Apparently, clumsiness is a symptom of blog trauma.