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Hello, all. Ah, a sixty degree day, and two delighful episodes of Top Gear. Who saw Michael Sheen driving the Reasonably Priced Car? Wasn't he the cutest thing ever?! Yes, I am gushing about the silly Welshman, but he was adorable, and in fact, the fastest boy in the village.
Teehee.
Let's see, weekend was good. Friday was pretty gross, but I made it to the toga party fairly unscathed, and I enjoyed the band, Geezer, but once again it seemed to be a case of all the guys thinking with the wrong head. Oy. Well, except for Hat Ben, but we were too busy running the gamut of bearded toga wearing people he could be. I think Jesus in fedora won the argument. When the band started planning "Sweet Caroline" Lee and I were like, "Wow, no. Let's change shoes." And Eric is under the impression that I managed to get lucky the previous Friday night. With what? My luck stems solely to parking spaces.
Got my weird and mysterious two hour skills assessment for work done Sunday. It consisted of a lot of scenarios that I was totally unfamiliar with, and the best I could do was remember my ACT test abilities from junior year of high school. Alas, no essay portion. And one more reason why I went to college to major in literature, because I did not understand anything about revenue return, but I did manage to pick out the typo in scenario three or four I think. And my mom and I saw an Aston-Martin on the road near where we live. I almost fainted.
Monday was surprisingly smooth, which I distrust because that can only mean things will get worse from here on in, though I'm trying not to have a pessimist outlook on it. I'm currently running point on a very complex account and so far today it went okay, and I'm hoping it'll stay somewhat like that. I don't know, Mondays of late have been rather simple, whereas it's Tuesday where things suddenly go bananas. We shall see.
And as I continue on with my book "The Poisoner's Handbook", I am so terrified of chemical solvents and chemicals in general, that I will probably never drink alcohol, walk behind a running car, or go near a bottle of Pepto-Bismal for the rest of my life. The book takes place during much of Prohibition, and wow, was that a bad idea. It does make one reflect on the current state of drug enforcement, but I'd say that cocaine is already poison on its own, and infinitely more dangerous than bourbon, but of course, it's all a matter of degrees. Anyway, just be glad that we live in an age where (at least I hope this is true) that people don't suddenly discover the new chemical wonder and decide to put it in everything. Chloroform! That'll fix your hiccups! Radium! Let us present the new radium soda! And I will never, ever be able to go near a nursing home without demanding psychological evaluations of the entire staff, and a rate of death comparison to causes of death. After the story about the guy who managed to kill eight people with chloroform, and they couldn't prove it in the nursing home, you better believe my paranoia meter is up to eleven.
And with that pleasant thought, I'm going to bed.
Teehee.
Let's see, weekend was good. Friday was pretty gross, but I made it to the toga party fairly unscathed, and I enjoyed the band, Geezer, but once again it seemed to be a case of all the guys thinking with the wrong head. Oy. Well, except for Hat Ben, but we were too busy running the gamut of bearded toga wearing people he could be. I think Jesus in fedora won the argument. When the band started planning "Sweet Caroline" Lee and I were like, "Wow, no. Let's change shoes." And Eric is under the impression that I managed to get lucky the previous Friday night. With what? My luck stems solely to parking spaces.
Got my weird and mysterious two hour skills assessment for work done Sunday. It consisted of a lot of scenarios that I was totally unfamiliar with, and the best I could do was remember my ACT test abilities from junior year of high school. Alas, no essay portion. And one more reason why I went to college to major in literature, because I did not understand anything about revenue return, but I did manage to pick out the typo in scenario three or four I think. And my mom and I saw an Aston-Martin on the road near where we live. I almost fainted.
Monday was surprisingly smooth, which I distrust because that can only mean things will get worse from here on in, though I'm trying not to have a pessimist outlook on it. I'm currently running point on a very complex account and so far today it went okay, and I'm hoping it'll stay somewhat like that. I don't know, Mondays of late have been rather simple, whereas it's Tuesday where things suddenly go bananas. We shall see.
And as I continue on with my book "The Poisoner's Handbook", I am so terrified of chemical solvents and chemicals in general, that I will probably never drink alcohol, walk behind a running car, or go near a bottle of Pepto-Bismal for the rest of my life. The book takes place during much of Prohibition, and wow, was that a bad idea. It does make one reflect on the current state of drug enforcement, but I'd say that cocaine is already poison on its own, and infinitely more dangerous than bourbon, but of course, it's all a matter of degrees. Anyway, just be glad that we live in an age where (at least I hope this is true) that people don't suddenly discover the new chemical wonder and decide to put it in everything. Chloroform! That'll fix your hiccups! Radium! Let us present the new radium soda! And I will never, ever be able to go near a nursing home without demanding psychological evaluations of the entire staff, and a rate of death comparison to causes of death. After the story about the guy who managed to kill eight people with chloroform, and they couldn't prove it in the nursing home, you better believe my paranoia meter is up to eleven.
And with that pleasant thought, I'm going to bed.