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Hey Uni kids, you know what disturbing thought I had today while in the car? (I usually have my most disturbing thoughts in the car, FYI). Anyways, the thought: In three years, Meera will be allowed to practice medicine. Three years. I know you're thinking, how morbid of me to have these thoughts. But guys, our lives are at stake here!
Other disturbing thoughts had in the car:
1. I feel unfulfilled as a human being if I don't do at least two crossword puzzles a day.
2. I can't ever live in the same city as Nick. Why? Because everywhere he's lived or plans on living, there have been terrorist attacks. And I'm not a huge fan of terrorists. (but I am a huge fan of starting sentences with the word "and").
3. The people who responded to my Craigslist posting and set a time to look at furniture but stood me up now have my email and my real address! I don't trust people who have horrible grammar, and having read these people's emails, I'm now a tad worried.
OK. I'm bored to tears. I'm honestly thinking about going to work and doing something productive. I'm so bored I've just eaten half a cantaloupe out of sheer boredom. Unless I find something to do, I'm going to eat the second half. Then I'll move on to the plums I bought, then the strawberries, then the cherries that sat out in my 95 degree car for 24 hours and now taste, as Elliott would say, "happy". Then I'll be distracted from the boredom by my massive stomach ache.
Other disturbing thoughts had in the car:
1. I feel unfulfilled as a human being if I don't do at least two crossword puzzles a day.
2. I can't ever live in the same city as Nick. Why? Because everywhere he's lived or plans on living, there have been terrorist attacks. And I'm not a huge fan of terrorists. (but I am a huge fan of starting sentences with the word "and").
3. The people who responded to my Craigslist posting and set a time to look at furniture but stood me up now have my email and my real address! I don't trust people who have horrible grammar, and having read these people's emails, I'm now a tad worried.
OK. I'm bored to tears. I'm honestly thinking about going to work and doing something productive. I'm so bored I've just eaten half a cantaloupe out of sheer boredom. Unless I find something to do, I'm going to eat the second half. Then I'll move on to the plums I bought, then the strawberries, then the cherries that sat out in my 95 degree car for 24 hours and now taste, as Elliott would say, "happy". Then I'll be distracted from the boredom by my massive stomach ache.