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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Sunday 6 April 2003 (Day View)
06.04.2003 – Sunday 6 April
- • Joe washed my sheets. I studied. Nothing exciting happened. I finished off the last of “Live and Let Die” from last night.
- • The phone rang. I jumped up and pelted down the hallway and had just started down the stairs when it stopped ringing and I heard a funny knocking sound behind me. I turned around and there was Silas at the window, mobile in hand. He helped me finish off my Java assignment which I was doing, and then stayed for dinner. Joe ordered “Chinese”. This is a tradition it seems. Once a week he gets “Chinese” and once a week pizza. I’ve not been able to refuse either yet. Pizza I don’t mind, although I can’t justify the cost, but “Chinese” is very expensive and not at all Chinese. I get a plastic punnet full of semi-cold chopped up vegetables. I’m not sure what it’s supposed to be, but it isn’t worth the money, especially when I’ve not got much.
- • I stayed up late, online. My web host finally found and fixed the problem which has stopped a large part of my site from working since Saturday, 8 March. Needless to say, I’m pleased it’s back online and working, and although I’m not at all impressed with the downtime, I must say that they probably spent more time than one client warranted in getting it working. As far as I know, I’m the only person who requires XSLT.
- • I lapsed into unconsciousness.