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Tuesday 15 August 2006

I'm not dead!

I'm just dropping a line to let the Internet know that I'm here and I'm alive.

Things that are making the dissertation work easier:

Broadway Radio, baby. I found this yesterday and now my life is lots brighter. Turns out I need to be listening to something if I'm going to sit for 10 hours in a computer lab without killing myself and everyone around me. There were a few songs yesterday that kind of had me doing little twitchy dances in my chair.

Babybel cheese and Cadbury Brunch Bars. Also apples and plums, when I remember to ward off the scurvy. I'm taking my multivitamin though, Mom!

And, um, that's it.

Things that are making the dissertation work harder:

Absolutely. Every. Thing.

This especially means you, computer. Yes, I'm talking to you. And don't you give me that look. I know where a window is. And a canal. And a lorry.

Update on my Internet Love Life:

For anyone who wondered (all 4 of you) how the LinkUp chat date went, it went fine. He was very funny and charming and we IMd for nearly 2 hours. Of course, he turned out to be quite possibly on the rebound, since he split from his girlfriend 3 weeks ago. Also, I know her. Which is fun.

I dated a rebounder once, and I never want to go down that road again. Boys on the rebound, in my mind, are pretty much worthless bundles of hormones and stupid choices. They deserve to be locked up for at least three months after a breakup so that they can't inflict themselves on innocent parties.

And now back to work!

ps. Okay, this Broadway radio thing is a hazard. "Big Spender" is on, and pretty much every muscle in my body is tense because I want to leap out of my seat and get slinky in the computer lab whether or not it freaks out all the Chinese students around me. These hips gotta move. And they kind of are, in my seat, even though I hope no one notices.

Earlier I heard Brian Stokes Mitchell sing "The Impossible Dream" and darn near passed out in my chair. Could. not. breathe. My sister Jenny knows what I'm talking about.

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