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I am so behind on life. Seriously. Every aspect of my life needed something done to it between two days and a week ago.

So I'm going to go take a nap.

On the plus side, if I get the job in June (which is basically what I'm doing now, only eight hours a day, so June just, you know, won't exist for me) and the work-from-home job that would bridge me between the end of April and my trip in May, I will almost have enough money for plane fare plus two months of unemployment in Boston.

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For poetry month, a few days late but no dollars whatsoever short, and nicely expounding upon my perplexity with the universe:

Friday's Child

In memory of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, d. April 9, 1945

He told us we were free to choose
But, children as we were, we thought---
"Paternal Love will only use
Force in the last resort

On those too bumptious to repent."
Accustomed to religious dread,
It never crossed our minds He meant
Exactly what He said.

( Perhaps He frowns, perhaps He grieves, )

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Also, and I should have said this earlier, thank you very much to whoever bought me a virtual LJ Coke. It was very tasty!

It's nice to hear so many people saying "Yes, go to Boston" and nobody saying "YOU FOOL!" :D

If anyone wishes to register such sentiments, now would be the time. But I warn you, I have a virtual Coke. I am unstoppable.

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*eyes skip-60 with fearz*

What, does everyone just wait until five pm central and then go "Well, Sam's at work, BETTER POST SOMETHING IN THE OLD ELLJAY"? Jesus, even Dooce updated, and I know for a fact that she's not even aware of my insignificant blogsistence.

Blogsistance IS SO a word. I post, therefore I am.

Can you tell I'm tired? It's fucking Tuesday and I'm tired.

Seriously, I can't wait until this job is over. On Thursday night I was reading too many papers, right, despite still being five percent above average, so they told me to slow down to half of what I read on Thursday, so I did for two days, and then they got all annoyed because my stats dropped sharply. HAY GUESS WHAT GUYZ if you let someone who has properly internalised the standards go at their own pace, they intuitively do a better job.

There was a total bright spot to the evening, however, when I had not only my supervisor but The Manager and two other supervisors leaning over my shoulder as they all tried to properly guess what grade to give this fucking genius who wrote a brilliant satire of the essay prompt that made me crack up laughing. I mean, I didn't know how to score it, so I called Longhorn over, and he bless his heart didn't know how to score it, so he called The Manager and a bunch of other people over, and The Manager was highly offended by the paper because she's a moron, but we all agreed that it deserved a passing-with-excellence grade. This kid even cracked on chemotherapy, which wouldn't be funny unless you'd read 2500 papers and every other paper was about how brave some random person was for having chemo. Yeah, chemo is hard! Now STFU about it and go take them a fucking fruit basket or something, they need your emo tears more than I do.

And now that I'm in a thoroughly House headspace, I'm going to go finish that House fic.

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