2.5 hours of sleep. Just kill me.
Everything I’m reading lately is coming through with a British accent in my head.
I don’t think it’s really necessary for your auto reply to say you’re out of the office for “personal reasons”. That’s already more information than I need to know. Just say you’re out of the office and will be back when you’ll be back. Don’t be weird.
This will make you smile.
I keep going cross eyed. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have any tests today.
I don’t really have any control over whether or not these students show up for the times they requested.
It’s going to be an 8oz espresso before class day, apparently.
I can’t take any man in skinny jeans seriously.
whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever I just do not care.
That child is the devil.
I don’t like the way you smell.
Yeah, I’m going to have to just pass on that altogether.
My little daily dose of jentober christmas is as cheery as I get. Stop trying to force feed your Christmas insanity on me.
What lunatic put me in charge of listservs anyway?
Fire and sword hair cutting guy? Um no.
It’s Santa at the library day. Some of you know what that means.
I love you very much, and everything will be OK.
It’s a for real harsh evaluation of the course. I did not pull any punches. Of course, I haven’t submitted it yet, either.
Things I do not need more of in my life: Tote bags.
I’m not making any more progress on this today than I was yesterday.
And now I need food.
Well, at least you won’t have to drive in snow.
That hand is Photoshopped so oddly.
I would only want to make cookies every day for 24 days if someone was paying me to do it.
Why is there so much Michael Bouble on this bloody channel?
I don’t even know what I’m doing right now.
I read that as “You have died of dead poisoning.”
I wish I could take a bloody nap.
I think your picture should just be your picture.
I don’t actually care about Rick Springfield’s Star Wars action figures though.
I’m going crazy, man. Crazy.
I wish I had a standing desk.
My sentences are very short today.
OK, this book is grabbing me in weird and subtle ways. I can go with it for a bit.
I have to pick up those weird skinny envelopes that you put money in.
lolly lolly lolly get yer
That Spice Girls shit is just like getting Rick rolled.
I have no idea. All I know is I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I need a shower.
ice ice ice
I need caffeine.
If she’d shot him today, he’d be a corpse.
Not. Enough. Protein. Need more protein. Too little protein today. Ack. Ugh.
It smells like a camp fire in here.
“IT’S THE DEADLIEST ROUND IN THE WORLD.”
So the message I’m getting here is just never eat at Chipotle. Ever.
I have to dry my hair first. That’s just how it is.
Except that I waited too long and it’s too late to dry it.
It just occurred to me that I might have spelled Bublay wrong. What the hell kind of name is Booble anyway? Buble.
send me a postcard, yeah, when you get down there
I completely lost track of where I was.
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