'oos on a role then?
Yeah! Let's assault the masses with a barrage of journal entries! Woot.
Speaking of Woot, I wonder what they're selling today. Go check it out, my little humdingers, at www.woot.com. There's this advertisement on this "post to journal" page that depicts a hooved animal, more commonly known as a goat, with the endearing (?) caption, "Be a Goat!" I already am. If you get my star sign. Goats are supposed to be good mountain climbers. Can't say that I've scaled much except Mount Oberlin. Haha! Get it?
No, of course you don't.
Maybe I'm going to watch that Gene Hackman film tonight. I have to finish looking up some information on a protein involved in the cell cycle though. Given that I really don't know that much about it and that I honestly sometimes couldn't care less...those make for horrid combinations. I would rather be dancing the waltz with my purdy little flies, who in all likelihood, will not be mine anymore. Drosophila, O drosophila, forsooth, you knoweth not my true love for thee.
Why are people so madly in love with procrastination? Ok, maybe not everyone, but I'm so bloody addicted to it. Like, I could stop writing and wasting my time here and spend it well amidst my own work. So that's what I shall do, methinks.
Y'all scoot now, y'hear?
Speaking of Woot, I wonder what they're selling today. Go check it out, my little humdingers, at www.woot.com. There's this advertisement on this "post to journal" page that depicts a hooved animal, more commonly known as a goat, with the endearing (?) caption, "Be a Goat!" I already am. If you get my star sign. Goats are supposed to be good mountain climbers. Can't say that I've scaled much except Mount Oberlin. Haha! Get it?
No, of course you don't.
Maybe I'm going to watch that Gene Hackman film tonight. I have to finish looking up some information on a protein involved in the cell cycle though. Given that I really don't know that much about it and that I honestly sometimes couldn't care less...those make for horrid combinations. I would rather be dancing the waltz with my purdy little flies, who in all likelihood, will not be mine anymore. Drosophila, O drosophila, forsooth, you knoweth not my true love for thee.
Why are people so madly in love with procrastination? Ok, maybe not everyone, but I'm so bloody addicted to it. Like, I could stop writing and wasting my time here and spend it well amidst my own work. So that's what I shall do, methinks.
Y'all scoot now, y'hear?