Mmmmmmm, PHP. Say it with me: peeeee-aych-peeeee. I don’t recall ever being giddy over a programming language. Truthfully, my limited history with programming languages has been very superficial and has been littered with phrases like, “Forget it!” and “I give up,” and “F— it!”

But then along came a little programming language called PHP. I picture its origins as being quite similar to the beginning of the universe. “And God said, ‘Let there be PHP,’ and there was. And it was good.” I am, quite simply, in awe of the power of php. In case you couldn’t tell. (I’ve got a couple new things going on here that rely heavily upon PHP. More later.)

Thanks, y’all, for the happy birthday wishes. Your kind salutations made my aging process a little less awful. For my birthday, Ari bought me a massage. I went on Saturday morning and listened to oriental flute music as the masseuse grinded her elbow into my back. It’d been at least a couple years since I’d had a professional massage. When I got up, I felt high. I drove carefully to Waterloo where I finally spent my Christmas gift certificate on Sonny Rollins’ Saxophone Colossus. I spent the remainder of the weekend holed up in that stupid bathroom. Yes, the remodeling honeymoon has ended. I am officially sick of joint compound and trowels. If I have to breathe one more lungful of dust, I’m going pop like a zit on this guy’s face.

To give myself a break from the tedium of drywall prep, I decided to start working on the vanity. I have the shell built. Tonight, drawers. Wish me luck.