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oneirophreniaLord, was today long. Accomplished a good bit, sure, but...man, after a busy day of grading and meeting with students, the last thing I wanted to see when I got to the newspaper for Job Number 2 was a huge pile of ads left over from last week that, of course, no one else could or would do. I managed to get them all cleared out by midnight, fortunately, but it was still a haul. Now I am relaxing into a puddle at my computer Kristi is chewing on her foot beside my chair, and I've got the Fun Lovin' Criminals on the jukebox, so all is now calm and cool.
Henchmen are stalking me! I swear it is true....Sunday, outside of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raincrystal's place, there was a large white boxtruck parked in front of one of the buildings, and several burly men were unloading assorted large boxes and piles of stuff from it. They then pulled around a very judiciously almost parked me in to the space I was sitting in, and then proceeded to continue their mysterious loading and unloading while occasionally darting weird glances at me as though I were inconveniencing them or something. Well, today, at Penn State, as I was leaving campus to grab a bite to eat, what do I see? A large white box truck parked behind me with several burly men loading and unloading mysterious boxes! Now, I'm used to seeing all the various guys who make deliveries to Penn State, but I didn't recognize these guys at all, nor could I figured out what the strange bundles they were hefting about were. I suspect nefarious purposes. (Or just my inate ability to be in the wrong place at the wrong time resurfacing again.)
My god are my lips chapped. I need to seriously invest in some industrial-strength Chapstick or something, like, soon...before I pucker up to whistle and my lips fall off.
I'm thinking about redoing the look and feel of my journal here. The cool blues and contemporary clinical look will most likely be replaced with a more oldskool, sepia-toned Victorian clinical look. I'll probably be scrapping a lot of the present collection of icons in favor of some old classical medical equipment and/or images from Victorian London or Boston or New York. We'll see. It'll take a while to get all the necessary imagery and stuff together, so....
Now, off to bed. Or, at least, soon. I plan on sleeping until 4pm tomorrow, I swear it.
Henchmen are stalking me! I swear it is true....Sunday, outside of
raincrystal's place, there was a large white boxtruck parked in front of one of the buildings, and several burly men were unloading assorted large boxes and piles of stuff from it. They then pulled around a very judiciously almost parked me in to the space I was sitting in, and then proceeded to continue their mysterious loading and unloading while occasionally darting weird glances at me as though I were inconveniencing them or something. Well, today, at Penn State, as I was leaving campus to grab a bite to eat, what do I see? A large white box truck parked behind me with several burly men loading and unloading mysterious boxes! Now, I'm used to seeing all the various guys who make deliveries to Penn State, but I didn't recognize these guys at all, nor could I figured out what the strange bundles they were hefting about were. I suspect nefarious purposes. (Or just my inate ability to be in the wrong place at the wrong time resurfacing again.)My god are my lips chapped. I need to seriously invest in some industrial-strength Chapstick or something, like, soon...before I pucker up to whistle and my lips fall off.
I'm thinking about redoing the look and feel of my journal here. The cool blues and contemporary clinical look will most likely be replaced with a more oldskool, sepia-toned Victorian clinical look. I'll probably be scrapping a lot of the present collection of icons in favor of some old classical medical equipment and/or images from Victorian London or Boston or New York. We'll see. It'll take a while to get all the necessary imagery and stuff together, so....
Now, off to bed. Or, at least, soon. I plan on sleeping until 4pm tomorrow, I swear it.
