I'm sorting through old entries to help write my annual newsletter (Shaddup. I know they can be annoying, but they're common among my card list) and figured I'd do the year in review meme that's been going around.
January: I guess it's time to dust off those plans for blowing up a McDonald's, eh?
February: Ever have one of those days where you feel completely alien to the rest of humanity?
March: So I find out today, to my horror, that my term paper is due, in rough draft form, this Thursday.
April: I woke up ravenously hungry, so I guess it's not surprising that I was dreaming about food.
May: I am officially knackered to the tits.
June: I feel so... quiet.
July: Crap.
August: We're just back from Canada, and a tad worse for the endless driving, but otherwise quite pleased.
September: Man, I hate it when I wake up from an annoying dream.
October: Gah!
November: This seems very... myspace-ish
December: So, I'm sitting here waiting to be called for seconds changes, which could be as late as 8 p.m., and expecting to be able to go home after that.
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January: I guess it's time to dust off those plans for blowing up a McDonald's, eh?
February: Ever have one of those days where you feel completely alien to the rest of humanity?
March: So I find out today, to my horror, that my term paper is due, in rough draft form, this Thursday.
April: I woke up ravenously hungry, so I guess it's not surprising that I was dreaming about food.
May: I am officially knackered to the tits.
June: I feel so... quiet.
July: Crap.
August: We're just back from Canada, and a tad worse for the endless driving, but otherwise quite pleased.
September: Man, I hate it when I wake up from an annoying dream.
October: Gah!
November: This seems very... myspace-ish
December: So, I'm sitting here waiting to be called for seconds changes, which could be as late as 8 p.m., and expecting to be able to go home after that.
Incidentally, if you're interested in getting my annoying newsletter (with free bonus card!) leave me your postal address in a comment here. All will be screened, so it won't be public.
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this tickels my inner 12 year old, and I'm not sure why.
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