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I am pleased by my livejournal. Apparently I have updated it this year, which considering I intended to keep a detailed diary posting about college at least once a week from January to June, is pretty good I feel. A new record.
Now that I am "working" again, I am really too busy to update and so.... I am writing an entry! Also, I have found the cushiest temping position extra. I was going to go and visit mistful next week, and I probably still will if she gives me the go-ahead, but I will be losing free three course lunches, with choice of menus including fresh fruit salads, half an hour of paid breaks (nobody who has not temped will understand the joy of this, as we are accountable for every second not at our desks as a rule, it coming from our wages) AND 20% of any beverage produced/marketed/sold by Diageo. Anybody want to stock up?
Anyway, for some reason I felt like telling the internet that I saw a zombie. I've told this in person to anybody I think would appreciate it - but there may be more of you out there. Anyway, I was in Ballsbridge, and this guy walked passed me, moving stiffly, one leg carefully in front of the other as though he was afraid they might fall off. He used his arms for balance, held out slightly in front of him.
At first I simply thought:
ME: why this man is stocious, hammered, doing the stumble of shame. I wonder whether I will have the ham sandwich or the turkey one today?
but then I noticed that he was also glaring and muttering under his breath, and I revised my opinion. Crazy, homeless man I thought pityingly. Until:
CHM: mmm, brains.
ME: ?? *perks ear, inquiringly*
CHM (more firmly): mmmm, brains!
That is all. Now I will update my totally lame Transfuse profile, so the other European Politics nerds will be my friends.
Now that I am "working" again, I am really too busy to update and so.... I am writing an entry! Also, I have found the cushiest temping position extra. I was going to go and visit mistful next week, and I probably still will if she gives me the go-ahead, but I will be losing free three course lunches, with choice of menus including fresh fruit salads, half an hour of paid breaks (nobody who has not temped will understand the joy of this, as we are accountable for every second not at our desks as a rule, it coming from our wages) AND 20% of any beverage produced/marketed/sold by Diageo. Anybody want to stock up?
Anyway, for some reason I felt like telling the internet that I saw a zombie. I've told this in person to anybody I think would appreciate it - but there may be more of you out there. Anyway, I was in Ballsbridge, and this guy walked passed me, moving stiffly, one leg carefully in front of the other as though he was afraid they might fall off. He used his arms for balance, held out slightly in front of him.
At first I simply thought:
ME: why this man is stocious, hammered, doing the stumble of shame. I wonder whether I will have the ham sandwich or the turkey one today?
but then I noticed that he was also glaring and muttering under his breath, and I revised my opinion. Crazy, homeless man I thought pityingly. Until:
CHM: mmm, brains.
ME: ?? *perks ear, inquiringly*
CHM (more firmly): mmmm, brains!
That is all. Now I will update my totally lame Transfuse profile, so the other European Politics nerds will be my friends.