My blog got mentioned in Asa Dotzler's blog. He's part of the Mozilla Foundation, in charge of coordinating various efforts. I read his blog a lot, as it's one of the more interesting of the Mozilla developer blogs, and I saw the mention in an April 20, 2004 entry as I was catching up today. How cool is that!!!

Of course, he did slaughter my name: "Coleen Fishcher." But such is the price of fame.

I've blogged fairly consistently over the past several weeks. I've written about everything on my site, every little thing that I've seen or experienced that seemed of interest. I filled out the calendar.

But sometimes I feel a distaste for writing blog entries. And this time my distaste has extended to blogging in general. Possibly I'll get over it, but for right now, I don't want some people to have that insight into my mind.

Damn it, I spent all evening cleaning this stupid apartment so that my the people coming to look at tomorrow won't immediately rule out living here while I'm in California because my two roommates are total slobs. And when one roommate returns from doing who-knows-what (having left behind all her dishes and food on the kitchen table AGAIN, after I cleaned up after her EARLIER today), she complimented THE TWO OF US for "making the apartment look so nice" and said that "cleaning with you guys woul

Thursday night, I believe, I had one of those long, epic dreams you remember when you wake up. This one was about the Residential College Board Quiz Bowl, which took place the Sunday previous. Maybe it's a sign of having spent too much time working on it (I was there six hours just that Sunday) or of worrying too much about how much money we spent on it (much of it is on my credit card statement), who knows, but it's apparently haunting my thoughts.