Wednesday, November 24, 2004
back from my Thanksgiving dinner of sorts at a Nepalese restaurant. am tempted to write something, but at this time, I'm nursing a headache from banging too much on my writer's block. Not that I can write coherently much of the time anyway, but this time my brain feels like its shrouded in some kind of electric blanket, making it feel really fuzzy. Ellington in the background ain't doing much help either, and I'm dozing off as I write this... stupid inconsequential post about having nothing to post. hrm.
would love to say i'm looking forward to Thanksgiving and the turkeys, but I ain't eating turkey, nor am i going to get any rest. I gotta fly back to the 1930s to the Stalinist Purges for my term paper, while I gotta kill a couple more million stinky E. Coli cells and take some DNA out for the lab; my super needs them to screw more cells the following Monday.
no repreieve for the wretched. at least there ain't no school for the next 4 days.
would love to say i'm looking forward to Thanksgiving and the turkeys, but I ain't eating turkey, nor am i going to get any rest. I gotta fly back to the 1930s to the Stalinist Purges for my term paper, while I gotta kill a couple more million stinky E. Coli cells and take some DNA out for the lab; my super needs them to screw more cells the following Monday.
no repreieve for the wretched. at least there ain't no school for the next 4 days.
