I am the most impatient person in the world. One of the reasons that I can’t cook is that cooking takes patience, and I have none. I get antsy waiting for water to boil.

I was home last night and I wanted to do some tooling around with my blog, since my endless task of neurotically tagging years worth of entries is still on going. So I go to log in, and I get the message about server dropping the connection, it might be busy, blah blah blah. Now, my tiny presence on 20-something bloggers has not caused my popularity to explode over night, so I knew there had to be something wrong.

Because I can’t just, you know, wait for the problem to fix itself as internet problems are wont to do. No, I’m not only impatient, I’m compulsive. I have to go googling around the internet for a solution and futz around with things on my hosting account.

Around 9, I was talking to my friend (who is also neurotic) about being compulsive, and how being compulsive is a curse, because I can’t relax and be anxiety free like a sane person, and that while compulsivness is sometimes useful, my particular brand of compulsiveness has rarely been channeled towardz anything positive. For example, I was never compulsive about doing my homework.

I’m not sure if it was my actions or if it was automatic, but I got my website up and running again aroud 10:00. While it is more likely the latter (and I am glad it decided to work, because my compulsions would not let me rest until I Found A Solution) I like to think that one of the tweeks I made was what did it.

A girl can dream. Or at least, she can blog. Now that her website is working.