( This is my unsteady camera hand at work. . . and a zit. )

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I know myself all too well. I sensed I would get more and more reclusive this year and I'd start to feel a bit more withdrawn. Albeit, I'm sort of inclined to go into hiding because of the tremendous amount of pre-doctoral research that has to be completed within the next 12 months. So maybe it's the pygmalion effect in full force. But ( Read more... )

It's friday. Not the best friday, by far. Johnny Cash dies from diabetes related complications. John Ritter dies from heart problems. It's lab cleanup day. I'm tired. My groin hurts. I don't want to drink alcohol, but I don't want to be completely sober. The vicodin is tearing me up. I want busywork. Painless, mindless, groinless busywork.

Ralph: Mr. Simpson, these tar fumes are making me dizzy!
Homer: Yeah, they'll do that.

That's how I feel. The vicodin is still kicking my ass. I had to take one cuz I was still getting aches in the old abdomen. But taking that stuff with just water always wrecks my head. Blah.

I am in my third day of recovery from surgery to fix an inguinal hernia and associated procedures. The "associated procedures" went better than expected. As for the surgery itself - I didn't feel a thing, thanks to the anesthesia. I'm not really in the mood to comment much right now about all the events, as the vicodin has kicked in and I'm ( Read more... )

RABBIT RABBIT!

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At first I didn't really think too much of it. It's Labor Day weekend, it's a nice evening, not too muggy, hell - it's a friday. I honestly thought for a while that I'd enjoy the arrival of a new academic year. After all, everyone gets to start a new chapter, new perspectives, more of a sense of busy-ness, things can be less stagnant, more dynamic ( Read more... )

You are 54% geek
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I hate computers.

Correction:
I hate administering computers.

Correction:
I hate administering computers without retribution.