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work, Eliza Dushku, conventions, and hindbrain
WTF for the day: Cornell University fails bigtime. (Warning: may be triggery, is rage-inducing, and seriously terrifying if anyone on the Review Board knew about it.)
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My weekend has gone!
S: can haz wikend?
Boss: no can haz. wok. wok now. wok alla da wikend.
S: *sadface*
Therefore, no Supanova convention at Homebush. Maybe Sunday, after hockey, if I finish my work? Or I might go in to the city and see the quilt show. (Honestly, I think I'd rather go see the quilt show... I mean, Eliza Dushku vs. quilting. Tough choice!)
I'm supposed to be going out with my hockey club this evening for drinks. It's also a night on which I have a Sydney Theatre Company show: Oresteia by Aeschylus at 8pm, running 2hrs 40mins. But the drinks are supposed to go all night (they're going hard) so...we'll see. I haven't joined a drinking party at midnight for, oh, over a dozen years. And I dunno - I'm not sure that I'll be welcome because a) they drunk, I sober, b) I have this subpsyche belief that my team-mates don't actually like me.
note: this is not based on any hard fact, other than an innate and unfailing belief in my hindbrain that I am somehow unloveable and nearly everyone I know is just pretending to be my friend until such a time as they can dump me. Forebrain knows this is not the case, but the hindbrain lurks and whispers in my ear: sic gloria transit mundi. Or possibly just you do know you're kidding yourself, right?
The new Office 2007 Word processor has a built in wordcount! I'm trying to work out if this is a good thing or a bad.
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My weekend has gone!
S: can haz wikend?
Boss: no can haz. wok. wok now. wok alla da wikend.
S: *sadface*
Therefore, no Supanova convention at Homebush. Maybe Sunday, after hockey, if I finish my work? Or I might go in to the city and see the quilt show. (Honestly, I think I'd rather go see the quilt show... I mean, Eliza Dushku vs. quilting. Tough choice!)
I'm supposed to be going out with my hockey club this evening for drinks. It's also a night on which I have a Sydney Theatre Company show: Oresteia by Aeschylus at 8pm, running 2hrs 40mins. But the drinks are supposed to go all night (they're going hard) so...we'll see. I haven't joined a drinking party at midnight for, oh, over a dozen years. And I dunno - I'm not sure that I'll be welcome because a) they drunk, I sober, b) I have this subpsyche belief that my team-mates don't actually like me.
note: this is not based on any hard fact, other than an innate and unfailing belief in my hindbrain that I am somehow unloveable and nearly everyone I know is just pretending to be my friend until such a time as they can dump me. Forebrain knows this is not the case, but the hindbrain lurks and whispers in my ear: sic gloria transit mundi. Or possibly just you do know you're kidding yourself, right?
The new Office 2007 Word processor has a built in wordcount! I'm trying to work out if this is a good thing or a bad.
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I will want fried eggs and bacon for brekky tomorrow. Possibly fried toast, too. Fried mushrooms in butter. Hash browns. Hollandaise sauce. The whole hog plus trimmin's.
Or a kebab.
Yep, I'm tipsy all right.