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Walked both to and from work. Everything I was counting on for easy mechanisms of existing in this stupid job has changed - the office is two floors up in a loud building full of students because the people who process the fees don't matter and apparently can't have an office that looks out on a garden or windows that open any more. The kitchen is no more, so no fridge and no microwave and thus my options for what to eat have halved. This is fine. I am planning on subsisting entirely on FUCKING ANGER for the next two months anyway.
It was a beautiful day outside. Holly and I walked to the Peace Garden at the Imperial War Museum and sat in the sun watching mice running in and out of the floors. My lunch was magnificent: I am the only person who eats the food I make without complaining about literally every facet of it and behaving as if my life has been RUINED. In other news, my boyfriend is complaining about the wardrobe which was acquired to give us a place to put things without blocking the radiator. Again, his life has been RUINED and he is staring into space like a dog that has been deprived of a chew toy for a whole thirty fucking seconds.
Two of the other coworkers are friends and keep trying to befriend me (and Holly) and I DON'T WANT ANY MORE FRIENDS GO THE FUCK AWAY
The weird tablet things I bought for myself to add to water have the bizarre property of making water DRY. The more I drink the thirstier I get. It is a strange experience.
As few things are as painfully fucking dull as being trained to do something you already know how to do, for the third year running, I have spent a lot of today looking for interesting Android apps, mapping out cycle routes to various places, and scanning my massive (40k+) planning document for this November's novel.
In conclusion: I am going to murder every person living on this planet and then sleep on their dismembered corpses.
It was a beautiful day outside. Holly and I walked to the Peace Garden at the Imperial War Museum and sat in the sun watching mice running in and out of the floors. My lunch was magnificent: I am the only person who eats the food I make without complaining about literally every facet of it and behaving as if my life has been RUINED. In other news, my boyfriend is complaining about the wardrobe which was acquired to give us a place to put things without blocking the radiator. Again, his life has been RUINED and he is staring into space like a dog that has been deprived of a chew toy for a whole thirty fucking seconds.
Two of the other coworkers are friends and keep trying to befriend me (and Holly) and I DON'T WANT ANY MORE FRIENDS GO THE FUCK AWAY
The weird tablet things I bought for myself to add to water have the bizarre property of making water DRY. The more I drink the thirstier I get. It is a strange experience.
As few things are as painfully fucking dull as being trained to do something you already know how to do, for the third year running, I have spent a lot of today looking for interesting Android apps, mapping out cycle routes to various places, and scanning my massive (40k+) planning document for this November's novel.
In conclusion: I am going to murder every person living on this planet and then sleep on their dismembered corpses.