do you believe in miracles, or is love an accident?
i threw myself a going away party last night, which was not as well attended as i'd hoped, but that was probably just as well as i was exhausted by 9pm. I got people to take some of my stuff away (the point of the party) and can probably find homes for the rest. i just have to summon the willpower not to eat the two giant bags of leftover chocolate chip cookie bars before i can bring them to work tomorrow.
upon further reflection i think i enjoyed a smaller party more than i might have a larger one, because i got to catch up with people and enjoy their company, rather than having to worry about bustling around hostessing. closing out the night with the two remaining guests was relaxing and the perfect way to end the evening.
i think i had a lot to drink last night, for i am feeling distinctly awful this morning. i'm slurping down water and trying to work up the energy to tackle the dishes enough to allow me to make myself something wonderfully eggy for breakfast.
i vaguely remember reading the new york times while listening to music before falling asleep last night, and i think i was struck by some brilliant revelations, which i wrote down so as to flesh them out in the morning. among my insights:
if only islamist could understand rock and roll
shorthand and typewriting vs dead languages
but shouldn't you learn aristotle in greek not english? evidence of provincialism *which is hard to spell.
'Industrialist Richard Teller Crane was even more pointed in his 1911 dismissal of what humanists call the “life of the mind.” No one who has “a taste for literature has the right to be happy” because “the only men entitled to happiness . . . are those who are useful.”'
-->look this motherfucker up.
tag list --> politics, religion, hillary clinton?
hillary as hermione granger, harry doesn't always save the day, hermione has the knowledege
and here i shall place a general [sic] for the entirety of the above.
it's getting down to crunch time with everything i have to do, yet here i am lounging about on my couch. ok bjd, time to get off your ass.
upon further reflection i think i enjoyed a smaller party more than i might have a larger one, because i got to catch up with people and enjoy their company, rather than having to worry about bustling around hostessing. closing out the night with the two remaining guests was relaxing and the perfect way to end the evening.
i think i had a lot to drink last night, for i am feeling distinctly awful this morning. i'm slurping down water and trying to work up the energy to tackle the dishes enough to allow me to make myself something wonderfully eggy for breakfast.
i vaguely remember reading the new york times while listening to music before falling asleep last night, and i think i was struck by some brilliant revelations, which i wrote down so as to flesh them out in the morning. among my insights:
if only islamist could understand rock and roll
shorthand and typewriting vs dead languages
but shouldn't you learn aristotle in greek not english? evidence of provincialism *which is hard to spell.
'Industrialist Richard Teller Crane was even more pointed in his 1911 dismissal of what humanists call the “life of the mind.” No one who has “a taste for literature has the right to be happy” because “the only men entitled to happiness . . . are those who are useful.”'
-->look this motherfucker up.
tag list --> politics, religion, hillary clinton?
hillary as hermione granger, harry doesn't always save the day, hermione has the knowledege
and here i shall place a general [sic] for the entirety of the above.
it's getting down to crunch time with everything i have to do, yet here i am lounging about on my couch. ok bjd, time to get off your ass.