Note to self
Dear Self,
How are you? I am fine, though cold. Don't you wish they'd turn the heat on already in this hospital? Yes, me too. My fingers are numb, which is making the filing of the 300 000 folders my supervisor left for me yesterday very difficult. Hey, self? Yeah? About those files . . . I guess he must be pretty miffed we're bailing, eh? Yeah, no kidding. I really wish he hadn't looked so sad and all, though. Totally; he was a really nice boss, letting us download mp3's all day and stuff.
Hey, self, you know what's cool? When Buffy uses a wooden unicorn to stake a vampire in the episode 'Real Me'? Besides that. Oh, that we're moving on over to the Faculty of Medicine in a couple of weeks to do actual cell and molecular research, research that doesn't involve calling patients with cancer in Quebec and having them make fun of our French? Exactly. Yeah, that's pretty sweet.
Sudden thought, self! In two weeks' time we won't get to sit at a computer all day! And we don't have internet at home! In fact our home computer is so old it's been setting off the carbon monoxide detector when we turn it on! How ARE WE GONNA LJ??? Note to self: look into this.
So, self, if we're moving to a sweet new job with buckets more money, why are we still sad and lethargic and let the apartment get so filthy that the cats are walking around with Q-Tips and lollipop sticks stuck to their fur? SEHHHHHHelf . . . I'm WAIIIIting . . . oh, Ryan huh? Yeah, feeling like we're in limbo sucks. But it beats the hell out of being in Purgatory! Ha! Self! You kill me!
How are you? I am fine, though cold. Don't you wish they'd turn the heat on already in this hospital? Yes, me too. My fingers are numb, which is making the filing of the 300 000 folders my supervisor left for me yesterday very difficult. Hey, self? Yeah? About those files . . . I guess he must be pretty miffed we're bailing, eh? Yeah, no kidding. I really wish he hadn't looked so sad and all, though. Totally; he was a really nice boss, letting us download mp3's all day and stuff.
Hey, self, you know what's cool? When Buffy uses a wooden unicorn to stake a vampire in the episode 'Real Me'? Besides that. Oh, that we're moving on over to the Faculty of Medicine in a couple of weeks to do actual cell and molecular research, research that doesn't involve calling patients with cancer in Quebec and having them make fun of our French? Exactly. Yeah, that's pretty sweet.
Sudden thought, self! In two weeks' time we won't get to sit at a computer all day! And we don't have internet at home! In fact our home computer is so old it's been setting off the carbon monoxide detector when we turn it on! How ARE WE GONNA LJ??? Note to self: look into this.
So, self, if we're moving to a sweet new job with buckets more money, why are we still sad and lethargic and let the apartment get so filthy that the cats are walking around with Q-Tips and lollipop sticks stuck to their fur? SEHHHHHHelf . . . I'm WAIIIIting . . . oh, Ryan huh? Yeah, feeling like we're in limbo sucks. But it beats the hell out of being in Purgatory! Ha! Self! You kill me!