Oh man. I thought this dude would be cranking out books for eternity.

Phone rings.

Me: Hello?

Sis: AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!

Me: AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!

Sis: K, I can go do my homework now. Bye!

Me: Me too; bye!

(click)

I like to believe that I am not really Totally Full of Shit; this is easier to believe on some days more than others.

Stomach making small creaking sounds of protestation with increasing frequency. The library's very quiet, and I am embarrassed. Sorry, occasional passersby, that is not a small animal under the table, move along!

If The Fall is playing at an accessible theatre, you should go see it!

"Perhaps the only goal on earth to which mankind is striving lies in this incessant process of attaining ... and not in the thing to be attained, which must always be expressed as a formula, as positive as twice two makes four, and such positiveness is not life, gentlemen, but is the beginning of death." - Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground.

I am banning myself from non-academic Internet!!! By posting about it in my livejournal!!!

Using copy machines ( Read more... )

i was so mad at work today; desperately glad it is the weekend.

Grumping with a chance of delirium in the afternoon.

Nah, it won't be that bad. Getting used to this. Vs: More sleep necessary to prevent the effects of cloudgathering.

P.S. Holy crap! Liz is back! ? !

The thing about philosophical tracts is the vocabulary which inevitably gets distilled down to a particular set of words, which are rearranged, negated, then shuffled, redealt and then someone makes a distracting joke, kicks the table over, guffaws, then calmly picks those words up with a sly eye and places them very nearly in the original order ( Read more... )