Aug 17, 2006 12:20
the only viable option for a daily activity ends up being supporting the weight of your head by placing it upon both hands (one on the left side of the face, one on the right), which are in turn propped up by your arms resting on their elbows on the desk while listening to sad bastard music.
This fit of temporary malaise was brought on, I think, by having to find yet another email address on the internet, either before or after I make some copies. I've been a gopher for email addresses and copies for over two years (two years and two and a half months) now, so it really shouldn't be all that soul-crushing. If you asked me what I would like to do instead, I'm not sure I could really give you an answer. When Ian's mom asked me in June, I said "Veterinarian."