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Jan. 12th, 2009 05:04 pmFor the last week or so I've been writing BRILLIANT lj entries in my head and walking around editing them and making them sound fantastic, and somehow I just never get around to typing them out when I sit down at the computer. I mean, I'm holding on to classic phrases like, "And that's when I realized the 4-year-old was better at Mario Kart than I was" and "I was finally able to use Flames of Phlegethos, after weeks of rolling fours." But now that I look back over the rough drafts in my head, it's not worth backing up a week to write up a whole entry just so I can talk about how a little girl pwned me at Mario Kart.
Claire is chewing on EVERYTHING. Including... the wall??
I've been working at the silly university bookstore for the last week, waking up at the unholy hour of 6am to trudge through the dark and the cold and the snow to earn a few measly dollars each day. It's actually not so bad, except that I got sick over the weekend, and trying to be friendly and upbeat and efficient when all you want to do is curl up in a ball and whimper made today's work... unpleasant. And tomorrow's shift is longer. So. We'll see. Maybe I'll just shoot myself and have done with the whole thing.
I emailed a few random science editors over the holidays and got some nice replies back, so I've been networking (calling the phone numbers each successive person gives me) and making a few nice long Word documents with helpful hints and tips about where to look and how to get my name out there.
Anyway. I totally had an awesome post written up in my head when I sat down to write this ten minutes ago, and of course now for the life of me I can't remember a single thing I actually wanted to say. I was hoping that babbling for three paragraphs would help, but it hasn't.
So yeah.
Good times.
Claire is chewing on EVERYTHING. Including... the wall??
I've been working at the silly university bookstore for the last week, waking up at the unholy hour of 6am to trudge through the dark and the cold and the snow to earn a few measly dollars each day. It's actually not so bad, except that I got sick over the weekend, and trying to be friendly and upbeat and efficient when all you want to do is curl up in a ball and whimper made today's work... unpleasant. And tomorrow's shift is longer. So. We'll see. Maybe I'll just shoot myself and have done with the whole thing.
I emailed a few random science editors over the holidays and got some nice replies back, so I've been networking (calling the phone numbers each successive person gives me) and making a few nice long Word documents with helpful hints and tips about where to look and how to get my name out there.
Anyway. I totally had an awesome post written up in my head when I sat down to write this ten minutes ago, and of course now for the life of me I can't remember a single thing I actually wanted to say. I was hoping that babbling for three paragraphs would help, but it hasn't.
So yeah.
Good times.
