Johnny Depp isn't my bitch

I managed to upload a new icon a few weeks ago after a couple of painful hours of trying to wrap my head around Photoshop, but the whole ordeal stressed me out so much that I had no strength left to actually make another entry in my journal. And then real life intervened, as it is wont to do in its vicious, thoughtless way, and work took over most of the functioning part of my brain and I haven't made it back here until now when I see that in my last entry I was rabbiting on about the picture of my dog that was serving as a temporary default icon and well. My dog is many things, but none of them is Johnny Depp, and I'm not sure which of them would be more offended at any potential misunderstanding . . .

Even though work has been sucking up great huge whacks of my time lately, I have managed to bang out a good two thirds (probably) of my NSYNC story. I was hoping to spend more time on it this weekend, but other things came up. Like reading other people's NSYNC stories. And watching (really) bad television. And walking my dog who isn't Johnny Depp but who probably behaves better on a leash. But perhaps I assume too much.

On Friday morning I stopped at the coffee shop near work because I was half an hour early and thought I could use the time profitably by adding a paragraph or two to the story. Instead I found a humungous glaring error and spent the time trying to devise ways of fixing it without rewriting the entire thing. I'm sure I made myself very popular, hunched over my coffee and scone, clutching a handful of battered pages and muttering "No, oh no, please no."