sup.

It is really confusing to me that there are two Jon Favreaus now. What are the odds? I never know who anyone is talking about, and it’s never the Jon Favreau of 90s culture that I think it is.

But I did write things down though.

Did I even spell Favreau correctly? I guess who cares, really.

I think I just got every one of these questions wrong. Wow.

Why am I always so hunched over?

Do we need a designated influencer?

I’m gonna need some alone time on my lunch break, thanks very much.

I’m having a very difficult time actually listening to anything these people are saying this morning.

I probably should get a haircut.

I always talk about sleep because I always need to sleep.

I do not like this girl.

OMFG with this shit. I went to your stupid training and refused to sign your stupid pledge.

“I’m gonna force you all to pop corn … maybe like hot potato it.” OK then.

I don’t have any particular aspirations to becoming faculty. I would never land a faculty gig anyway.

I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna be doing a postdoc so …

What is the biggest obstacle? I am. I am my own biggest obstacle. I’m not proud of this, but at least I recognize that I am the problem.

“Everybody’s an expert in a very specific topic.” Like human composting.

Wow. That totally puts a dent in the tens of thousands of dollars worth of insurance premiums I have been forced to pay over the last few decades.

It’s the flag though.

What the hell am I even doing here?

Did I already ask that today?

Clearly I need music. Where the hell is my phone?

This is dumb.

Maybe I just need some protein.

Wow, that’s … selfish.

” … the habitually idle are put in cells where the water slowly rises as long as they are inactive.” Let that be a lesson to ye!

This proposal will fail and I will be miserable about it.