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… 
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Beauty Salon
I had an appointment today to meet up with C. at the beauty salon nearby. I gave her a voucher to spend there and while being there, I -of course- didn’t mind at all, to have a treatment myself as well. It was absolutely totally relaxing and I got the phone number of the therapist so we can make a private appointment [which is probably much cheaper!].
I gave her my business card too, she needs her own so I promised to design them which will be another item to put into my portfolio once they’re done…
We went home after the treatment to meet up with A. and went over to C. and I.’s place to have dinner there. They also invited some other friends and their children. We had a fun evening and went home quite late. We’ll have to get up early tomorrow morning to shoot off to Southampton to hang out with S. and M. for the weekend.