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Really Frustrated

I'm feeling really frustrated today with the web design. I just can't seem to get things to be the way I want them to be. I can get things done, but I just know I'm not doing them right. It's as if I find a work-around for everything I do. Like yesterday, I figured out how to do a photo album http://www.pond-hopper.com/Gallery/Gallery.html (which I was proud of accomplishing in one day - with the flu no less and my 1st attempt at anything flash), but when I published it and looked at it on the laptop (14" screen compared to my 19" on the PC), it didn't look at all like I wanted it to and I don't know how to fix it. I'm not a programmer; I can't read code (not nearly enough anyway) and yet, I keep finding myself looking at line after line to try and fix things and 1/2 the time, I find that I just spin my wheels until I want to throw the damed computer out the window!
I'm just plain frustrated. I want to be proud of what I've been able to teach myself, but I can't help but know that it's not done the way it's really supposed to be. The bottom line is that I really don't know what I'm doing and it feels (as my mother would say) - half assed. I don't know. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself again, but I can't help it. What's the point of doing something if it's not being done right?

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