Murray the Hamiltonian
I'm not feeling sleepy at the moment so I thought I would log on and write some emails. I feel that my best emails are written in the wee hours in the morning, when all is quiet. Well, except for screeching foxes, but luckily I haven't heard any so far tonight. The thing is, now I have logged on, I don't feel like writing emails anymore. So I thought I would write here instead.
Facebook has added a share mode, My*cough*Space! Well, if they want to take it head on, then I can see it is the way forward. I think I can deal with whatever they throw at me now, so easily it has become a part of my life that I couldn't ever take away. Which is kind of scary...
I'm going to badger work on Monday, I have been told that is the thing to do when it has been two weeks since your last temp job. Just to let them know I'm still alive and such...
Katie mentioned how if Bill Murray had decided to infiltrate Ma Bells last year, I could have persuaded him to donate money to the University so they wouldn't have committed the awful deed of selling off Hamilton. He could have been awarded honorary Hamiltonian membership with a lifetime pass to all the parties we had there, from Drinking Monopoly (a la Margaret) to Raisin Sunday (bagsy he would have been my son) to Drunken Twister (a la Nancy). He would have had all the vodka-filled cups he wanted, and there would have been plenty of washing-up to be done. And of course, he would be invited to play sardines...just to see if he could do a Matthew Guest and fit under the 4th floor sink.
It made me smile writing that last paragraph...oh Hamilton!
Facebook has added a share mode, My*cough*Space! Well, if they want to take it head on, then I can see it is the way forward. I think I can deal with whatever they throw at me now, so easily it has become a part of my life that I couldn't ever take away. Which is kind of scary...
I'm going to badger work on Monday, I have been told that is the thing to do when it has been two weeks since your last temp job. Just to let them know I'm still alive and such...
Katie mentioned how if Bill Murray had decided to infiltrate Ma Bells last year, I could have persuaded him to donate money to the University so they wouldn't have committed the awful deed of selling off Hamilton. He could have been awarded honorary Hamiltonian membership with a lifetime pass to all the parties we had there, from Drinking Monopoly (a la Margaret) to Raisin Sunday (bagsy he would have been my son) to Drunken Twister (a la Nancy). He would have had all the vodka-filled cups he wanted, and there would have been plenty of washing-up to be done. And of course, he would be invited to play sardines...just to see if he could do a Matthew Guest and fit under the 4th floor sink.
It made me smile writing that last paragraph...oh Hamilton!