I’ve been up all night installing a PHP guestbook with database and redesigning it. I reckon I’m totally twisted doing stuff like that. I’m not sure what is driving me to be honest but I can’t seem to stop once I’m busy. It’s probably the geek side of me combined with a creative mind: then you’ll get brain sparks causing a neural short circuit, releasing an overdose of endorphin.
Basically I’m an addict…
And like any addict I’m paying for my sins the next day having a total brain failure, staring at my monitor in a serious lethargic way. Why do I do this to myself? Was it worth the dynamics? Is it just because I want something off of that everlasting to-do-list? I even sent two faxes at 07.00 this morning because I wanted it to be done. Am I mad?
Well, yes and no. Thing is CH. gave me this awesome big xMas card that she brought over from the Lowlands signed by all the lovely customers I used to serve, each of them left a little personal message for me. So I had to send a fax to thank them all. I never really said goodbye to them and some might have wanted to stay in touch so I decided to set up the guestbook…
They can leave a message if they want to, I’ve put the url on the fax. Some customers gave birth in the meantime, some are getting married, some are still the same; kind friendly people. I even got a very nice handmade toilet bag from a lady who also lives at the Westlandgracht. So how can I not spend some time to sort out a way to stay in touch with them? Most of them live in the area, ‘my area’… I do miss that bit of Amsterdam and I do miss these people!
I reckon if that guestbook is going to work it will be worth every minute of sleepless nights. Now I need to work on my portfolio and business website, so please do excuse me…