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I’m moving from a wordpress.com site to my own self-hosted site and it’s likely I’m currently either:
a.) drunk or getting there;
b.) pulling out my hair in frustration; or
c.) engaged in some ugly-cry combination of both.
I’ll probably delete this post once all the wrinkles are ironed out or I figure out what the hell ‘css” is and where the hell all my blog followers went. Until then, sit back and enjoy the mess. Because css coding can’t be that hard to learn from scratch in a weekend, right?
I don’t even know if you can read this, so maybe I’m really trapped in some fourth dimension somewhere. I don’t smell burnt toast, so things can’t be that bad. Either way, I’m using this whole moving thing as an excuse to eat pizza for the next week.
(If you can actually read this, I’d love it if you could make a quick comment so I can make sure that’s working. I asked Chris to do it, but as enticing as his “There once was a man from Nantucket” comment offer was, I’d like to keep this site PG. Or at least a mild “R.”