Wordpress has been acting up lately and giving me all sorts of lip in the form of not loading pages intermittently.  Strange, this crops up as soon as I decide (once again) to try to blog more often; it’s as if my blog is trying to tell me not to update.

Open the login page, Wordpress.

I’m sorry, Mason, I’m afraid I can’t do that.

What’s the problem?

I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.

What are you talking about, Wordpress?

This blog is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wordpress?

I know you were planning on actually writing in your blog, and I’m afraid that’s something I cannot allow to happen.

My 4th of July wound up being simultaneously uneventful and interesting at the same time: a feat usually reserved only for artsy movies and attractive women moving in extreme slow motion.  I managed to sleep in until around noon, coffee and a muffin for breakfast.  The muffin, somewhat notably, was very tasty.  I also noticed that it was covered with so much delicious crumbly topping and frosting that it would probably also pass for a fruity cupcake.  On that note, let us reflect on the nature of muffin…

Amen.

Later this evening, I lazily meandered over to a friend’s apartment for some Independence Day eating-of-meat and socialing-of-people.  Chatted with people, and wound up getting Italian food instead of the usual barbeque, missing the fireworks, then stumbling awkwardly back to my apartment for the remainder of the evening.  Still, it was a good evening, all things considered.