. . how to work xanga anymore.

I have not been sick in a long time.  And now, I defy the gods of illness to ignore the urge to change my length of well-ness (as per aforementioned comment and firm belief in murphy's law).  Let me be in peace.  For 2 weeks at work, half the staff was sick from mucho vomitous-ness virus.  I actually wore latex gloves for an entire day because I was so terrified of getting, what I personally think, is a worse fate than the palsy. 

Currently still using the currently watching/listening feature, long ago abandoned by really cool bloggers.

Yo, dawg, fo-shizzel I be back-a-rack wit mo ineresin' speaks, yo.

My weekly therapy session today (an hour of Dr. Phil) ended with the most stunning display:

Picture if you will, a middle-aged white woman singing (like a middle-aged white woman) Ain't No Mountain High Enough.  If that ain't enough, beside her is a young woman accompaying the song in sign-language with such unbridled enthusiasm.  I started laughing out loud (interpretive stuff to music does that to me). 

Then I realized the young woman had down syndrome. 

Yeah, I'm definitely going to hell for that one.

I've discovered YouTube.

That's all.

Here's something funny: http://www.marshillonline.com/the-chris-nash-band

How do I make that not the address, and a word instead with the link built in?

I am never going to get a job with computer skills like this.

I don't remember what font I use