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Jan. 9th, 2005 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unavoidedcrisis
So guess what happened to me yesterday:
I went to work. Big fun, right? Wrong.
I did get to work in the pharmacy though. That was pretty different. I had to answer the phone, and... sorta help 2 customers.
But the Friday night staff really screwed up our lotteries, and we were out a bunch of money. And it took me all friggin' day to do magazine returns, and aren't I just the most interesting person ever? *ahem* Don't answer that.
I still have to finish my poetry anthology. That's a pain. I don't see why stuff has to be legible. It's just silly, and a waste of scrap paper. And my sociology dissertation is on Thursday, and I still have no clue what I'm doing for it. Well, not 'no clue'. I know sorta. Just gotta firm that up.
Which magically reminds me that my mother decided for the family that we're moving. Which really, really upsets me. I'm getting un/natural urge to go get something pierced. Possibly my tounge.
In a completely different vein of conversation: I bought myself a cd last/a few weeks ago. It's really good. It's Rufus Wainwright, by whom I had only ever heard a few different songs, but I really like him.
You know who I don't like so much, music-wise? My sister, playing the drums. She needs to learn to keep a beat. Not that I should be talking, but I don't play, so I guess...
You know what? I think I'm going to go find/make a new icon to go in my journal.
[n.b. I used a lot of the little backslash thingys in this entry. (//< those guys!)]
I went to work. Big fun, right? Wrong.
I did get to work in the pharmacy though. That was pretty different. I had to answer the phone, and... sorta help 2 customers.
But the Friday night staff really screwed up our lotteries, and we were out a bunch of money. And it took me all friggin' day to do magazine returns, and aren't I just the most interesting person ever? *ahem* Don't answer that.
I still have to finish my poetry anthology. That's a pain. I don't see why stuff has to be legible. It's just silly, and a waste of scrap paper. And my sociology dissertation is on Thursday, and I still have no clue what I'm doing for it. Well, not 'no clue'. I know sorta. Just gotta firm that up.
Which magically reminds me that my mother decided for the family that we're moving. Which really, really upsets me. I'm getting un/natural urge to go get something pierced. Possibly my tounge.
In a completely different vein of conversation: I bought myself a cd last/a few weeks ago. It's really good. It's Rufus Wainwright, by whom I had only ever heard a few different songs, but I really like him.
You know who I don't like so much, music-wise? My sister, playing the drums. She needs to learn to keep a beat. Not that I should be talking, but I don't play, so I guess...
You know what? I think I'm going to go find/make a new icon to go in my journal.
[n.b. I used a lot of the little backslash thingys in this entry. (//< those guys!)]