Dear studentlike people,
If you'd like to enjoy this lovely weather by sitting on a rock by the stream and smoking pot, you might want to not do it in plain view of 5 floors of windows looming nearby.
I'm just waiting for someone who, you know, cares, to notice and get all het up. It could just be handrolled tobacco, but the (pointless) furtive makes me think not.
Bah. I was feeling tired and out of it, so I took a brief naplet at my desk. Now I feel incredibly out of it. Light-headed, and sorta' spacey (like I'm on drugs). I otherwise feel OK.
My brain apparantly is working well enough to type and edit VB code, so I think I'll stay here for now....
Oh, and the comments on that Raw Story post are just as nasty as the ones over at Daily Kos. People suck.
I love Nina Totenburg, though. She doesn't suck. Also, her cubicle at NPR had a big sign on it saying "Totenbunker" the day I temped there (in 1994). (I met nobody famous, but I saw a lot of their desks and mailboxes!)
Okay, yes, not everyone sucks.
except for the stupid and nasty people. They suck.
I have the theme from Super Mario Brothers stuck in my head.
DANA. HELP. HELP. I AM SO PAINFULLY BORED.
OK. I have 18 things on my bibliography for my not-a-tradiational-research-paper thesis. Several of them are books, the rest are articles. That's enough, right? Right?!?
Bah.
DANA. HELP. HELP. I AM SO PAINFULLY BORED.
Oh, dear. Okay. I will write up something and send it to you. It will probably suck, but at least you will not die.
That would be keen. I just hope I can get to it.
We keep losing Internet access at work, see. So if I start spamming you with text messages, you'll know I cracked.
I'm not sure whether the day I was scheduled to have (fully booked, no help) was better or worse than the day I'm actually having (nobody showed up, fuck-all to do, can't just bail early).