The second rule is something about not stealing my stuff or your hands will be cut off. It's fairly long, written in Latin, and contains lengthy quotations from the Dies Irae and you are not supposed to read (or, rather, incant) it except right before the hands are cut off.
The third rule is DON'T TALK ABOUT ROOMMATE CLUB.
The fourth rule isn't a rule, it's a phone number. I inherited it from a former roommate and have been too scared to remove it from the rules. The original instructions are to call it if "shit goes down" and "you will know when it is time to call it". I have no idea who is on the other end, but it seems to be German. I will be most annoyed if the zombie apocalypse comes and I end up ordering a pizza in Stuttgart.
The fifth rule is DON'T TALK ABOUT ROOMMATE CLUB. All I can say is that it isn't a fraternal organization, it's a weapon.
The rest of the rules are procedural and boring.
I fail it. I fail it hard. Things were going well, though, but I got blocked by external events before I could ask.
I have a test in economics today. I'm not particularly well-prepared, but I'm not worried. What's the worst he could do? Accounting, on the other hand, I worked hard on and destroyed the test.
Honestly, if I could just do find-and-replace in the text SQL editor, things would go so much faster. I have to copy and paste the thing into a text editor, do replace there, and dump it back in here. Someday I will have real tools...
Dear system: why do you take forever?
I think I liked my initial K5 diaries more, where I was writing them to work through issues in my life and coursework at my leisure, perhaps while avoiding homework in college, than these, where I am basically writing them in the downtime at work while I wait for stored procedures to run or during conference calls where my undivided attention is not warranted. Much less complaining about work, much more Socrates and tricky maths problems. I think life was also like that. More Socrates. More tricky maths problems. Much less work. Well, I don't work very hard right now. There is nothing which can challenge me. I miss the village green. Maybe I should take a vacation to Nova Scotia. Or the fjords of Norway. Or France. Some idle curiosity to see the exact place some ancestor came from. We have it pinned down to the fjord, cape, or village. It won't mean much. I have looked everywhere for a garden and found no place that is not a desert, to paraphrase Auden. Wandering the desert. Adrift at sea.
I hear clicking and grinding, so subtle, in the hard drive. Things are slowing. Everything is on the network drive, I think, but I have some stuff, temporary stuff, just dropped onto the desktop, like stuff people e-mailed me that I made a couple changes to and sent right out or whatever. I should back everything up. I think something is about to break.
Oh, yes. Something is about to break.
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