Have been to see dentist. Dentist took one look in my mouth and went "oh no" but ordered an X-ray anyway to make sure she knew precisely how bad the "oh no" was, which necessitated taking out nine million piercings, then failing to recognise myself in the mirror, then putting back in nine million piercings, and then - THEN - the joy and wonder of ( Read more... )

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The New Chivalry: How To Date Without Being a DouchebagMaking a public hoo-ha about writing one book and then being forced to admit that you can't get a handle on it and are going to write a different one instead is a bit embarrassing, but as Lin very sensibly pointed out this is the Year Of Write Whatever The Fuck You Want, and what I ( Read more... )

It is mildly annoying when an employer is predictable but not enough that you can bank on them pushing your start date back a further two days; I could have worked tomorrow and Friday at ION/MRC and banked more wages, at a higher rate, but now I'm contracted at the new place for a bit, but they've just done what they did last year and pushed the ( Read more... )

Today at work: discussion about Proust and stylistic twists as opposed to narrative ones, and me being slightly more vocal than intended about how much I hate Joyce.

Also a buttload of blood-streaked mucus smears on slides.

I'd talk to you about creative stuffs, livejournal, but I feel like you care about as much about it as Tumblr does.

"THIS ENTIRE BOX IS FULL OF HAND-SCRIBBLED NOTES ABOUT THE CHANGEOVER TO A NEW COMPUTER SYSTEM FROM 1997 WHY HAVE THEY KEPT IT?"

Work, today.

I also walked into a door, which is a far more common incident than I really want to own up to.

Poetry

deciding on the scale of ambition
postcards from phoenixToday I managed to dump formaldehyde over myself and was handed a box of AIDS again. My job literally gave me AIDS. Also the brain-preservation-juice incident proved to be the tipping point in "disgust" for my coworker and he had to retch and run away and I went away to peel off my ( Read more... )

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National Poetry Month Day 19

La la la don't wanna anything. God. *faceplants* I got the date for the last day of work today: 4th of May. MAY THE FOURTH. Yes I know. Now I just need to not pull any more boredom sickies and just laze about being paid to read Tumblr (well, I have actual work to do now) and then deal with being impecunious ( Read more... )

I am going to scream at someone or something pretty soon. Work! No headphones. Students repeating the same question in four hundred different ways. House-moving! Stuff everywhere, boyfriend having panic attacks, flat not actually confirmed as ours yet, moving somewhere quite a lot smaller so lots of stuff to get rid of, total radio silence every ( Read more... )