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Well, well. I think I finally found a good reason to work out and be drop dead gorgeous again: play practical jokes on Mr. Howell Jenkins. Oh, I know how to make that man loose his cool and betray his cheap strategy to keep our account! It should be fun. After all, I have nothing to lose, only a dreadful job which I no longer like or enjoy. And mind you, it would be awesome if they fired me -- I would get a juicy compensation. I could buy back the Zimmer and live in style for a year!!!! Yes, I've made my mind. I'll play that game, on my own, for my own amusement and with a very clear objective in mind.
Ha, who knew? Notwithstanding Howl's a big fraud, I'm still able to draw something useful from his very very messy brain (or lack thereof).
To-morrow I have chinese lessons again. Brill! I don't know what I would do without all the nice people at the daxue. I owe them my sanity and what little cheerfulness and optimism's left in me. It's like going to another dimension, where everything is fine and I have fun and where I am really powerful. Yes, it's an escape.
My Dad bought a speaking alarm clock. It's very funny, but it chimes every hour. It reminds me of Bradbury's 'There will come soft rains' in The Martian Chronicles.
I must resume my novel. I've been neglecting it for a while and I already have some interesting ideas and concepts for it. Let's say that five years of law school have finally permeated through the plot.
Ha, who knew? Notwithstanding Howl's a big fraud, I'm still able to draw something useful from his very very messy brain (or lack thereof).
To-morrow I have chinese lessons again. Brill! I don't know what I would do without all the nice people at the daxue. I owe them my sanity and what little cheerfulness and optimism's left in me. It's like going to another dimension, where everything is fine and I have fun and where I am really powerful. Yes, it's an escape.
My Dad bought a speaking alarm clock. It's very funny, but it chimes every hour. It reminds me of Bradbury's 'There will come soft rains' in The Martian Chronicles.
I must resume my novel. I've been neglecting it for a while and I already have some interesting ideas and concepts for it. Let's say that five years of law school have finally permeated through the plot.