Curse you, Dreamweaver!!!

After hours of staring at the computer screen and trying numerous attempts at getting my friend's website to work, (I'm sorry, Kev, I tried...) I accepted defeat. It is 2 in the morning and I am a sad, sad state of a boy with tears pouring out of my eyes and mucus running down my nose...partly because I failed, but mostly because I have succumbed to another allergy attack. I am tired and I can hardly breathe. I will try again in a few hours after a much needed nap, but I can't make promises. Learning how to be a web designer without professional tutelage does present a steep learning curve...and as usual, my brother refuses to help. Why does he feel the need to lord his skills over me when I need his expertise? Bastard...