I have a drinking problem. Lately it seems that whenever I take a sip of something, anything, it spills. I’d like to attribute this to the shape and contour of the mugs from which I’ve been drinking of late, but it’s likely more easily credited to senility.
Yeah, senility.
That, or the sick sense of humour of the fucking universe.
Argh. Stupid universe. Screw you too, gravity.
This entry is brought to you by running toilets, the smell of onions, the whirring of fans and steeping tea. Oh, and we mustn’t forget Mini Wheats.
[insert something witty here]
/hums a lil’ ditty
We now return you to your regularly scheduled silence.
Thoughts have been scattered this week by being back at work, like so much finery and cutlery thrown to the ground by an ill-wind. Or something to that effect. Anyways, here I am, impatient for the weekend and the promise of sleep that it brings. Enjoyed a coffee earlier and treated myself to a few hours of gaming (Neverwinter Nights has me by the short and curlies, and damnit, I’m loving every minute of it). Started re-reading my Hellboy trade paperback collection yesterday and, of course, life wouldn’t be complete without a few new compact discs: had a handful of new Navicon Torture Technologies show up in the mailbox the other day. Yummy.
Hah, I feel somewhat foolish today. As per the usual, I dressed in layers for work, anticipating the typical frigid temperatures of my room. Getting dressed this morning, I opted to wear a really long green shirt that I own, tucked in to better heat my nether regions, which states ever so eloquently, “I’d rather be masturbating.” Now, this is something I ordinarily wouldn’t wear to work for reasons obvious, but in this case, I felt safe given that it was to be hidden beneath another shirt — a sweater.
So, dressed in layers and feeling great, I arrive at work this morning, la-tee-dah, and everything’s fine, everything’s grand, everything’s cool.
Wait.
Scratch that.
Everything’s NOT cool. Turns out that, over the holiday season, the heating system was finally repaired — over-repaired, in fact — to the point that, no matter what the thermostat is adjusted to, the temperature of the whole blasted building is bordering on unbearable. And there I am, sweating profusely, dressed in layers, cursing myself for wearing a shirt that reflects such an, ah, interesting sentiment.
Needless to say, I sweated. A lot.
I’m rather self-amused. ;)
I hate Hotmail’s new look. With a passion. Is it fashionable? Yes. Is it functional? No. It never really dawned on me just how much I hate it until just now, when I thought to check my Hotmail, and said to myself “jeez, I haven’t done that in a good two weeks…and man, do I have to check it?” Ugh. Hotmail’s look is… ugly.
Ah, lesson planning. My old nemesis.
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Damn you, lesson planning, damn you! *shakes fist*
It’s the new year and, like the old year, there’s no such thing as “just ten minutes…” when it comes to a great computer game. There can never be enough “just ten more minutes…”.
Yeesh!
And could someone, anyone, explain why there was a pogostick on the stairs leading up to my apartment? The mind boggles…