Really?
Seriously. My knife defenses are reasonably good, but still. Real knives. They say no one gets injured, but they could perpetrating a huge coverup.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Really?
Seriously. My knife defenses are reasonably good, but still. Real knives. They say no one gets injured, but they could perpetrating a huge coverup.
I apparently had peanuts and juice for lunch. At least, I've had enough of both that I shouldn't have anything else.
I'm sure that some time between now and then I'll stop obsessing over the whole "stabbing me with a real knife???" thing.
The plan is to NOT have someone stab you with a real knife, right?
I pity the poor Goth Republican Klingons....
The plan is to NOT have someone stab you with a real knife, right?
They stab. I avoid getting stabbed.
Theoretically.
Mo Better Blues is on tv, and the dubbing right now is hilarious. I do love Denzel.
Also, I still hate my paper. BUT! I am way ahead of many of my friends, so that's good. Maybe I can win Best Paper yet. (My theory being, I know I can write a good paper if I actually give myself time to edit it. Therefore, I want to have as much done for the Monday first-draft deadline as possible.)
They stab. I avoid getting stabbed.
Right, right. I guess the person with the knife is stabbing regardless of what/if they connect with, huh.
So my goal today has been to relax and do some work, but not go crazy. I ate lunch in the lunchroom, not at my desk. I have taken care of some personal stuff. I chatted with some co-workers in their area of the office.
All in all, a good way to go on Fridays. Now, if I can get my desk a wee bit more cleaned off, and then the rest of this organized in some manner, I will be pleased and full prepared to call it a day at 5pm.
Coworker came in. I don't even know his name. Asked me about the status of some thing that was going on a week or two ago, and back then I'd already established that I am the last one to know anything. I have a mess in my inbox, a mess on my desk, and so I just looked at him and said, "Not a clue, man."
God, that's refreshing.
I pity the poor Goth Republican Klingons....
I don't. The ones I know are jerks.
How much must you hate yourself to... wait, I was thinking "Log Cabin Republican". My bad.