<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d6547709\x26blogName\x3dwhy+wy?\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dSILVER\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://whywy.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://whywy.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d-3911766403160230266', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

why wy?

Monday, April 11, 2005 at 2:44 PM

Blogging stops when real life catches up with you and thumps you on the head. I've been busy with school, tests, assignments, working, trying to get more work, climbing, aikido, cooking, the list goes on.

As I sit here typing this, (almost midnight on a Sunday), my neighbours are banging away, so hard that I can even hear their bed springs creaking in between their moans. Very Delicatessen, if you've seen the movie. Except the part about the butcher. Nobody came around.

© wyjunkie 2005 // Powered for Blogger and Blogger templates