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I broke math yesterday.
Or, rather, I discovered a flaw in my second attempt at an experimental set-up, and jokingly blamed math for it.
Math jokingly retaliated by kicking my ass in a computer dice game approximately a billion times (oh, no, really, that was mathmatically probable. Not.)
I thought we were square, you know? Insults exchanged in a good-natured manner and on your way, right?
Except today my dipshit housemate announced his reappearance in the house by starting a screaming match with my favorite housemate over plumbing that burst just after Thanksgiving. It ended with her giving notice (she may take it back) and then warning me over text messages that I was going to get pounced with a painfully awkward conversation about happiness in the house that I am dreading.
Then the ocean smacked me around on my board a little bit this morning (just a little, I still love the ocean, even when it gets me cold and wet at 7 AM).
THEN, I got stuck at the DMV forever, had to run to the nearest 7-11 for cash when their machine went down. I think my boss noticed I was late, though he's not fussed about it and may not at all.
I was upset enough about the yelling that I didn't pack my lunch or bring my own coffee. I had no *coffee* during that hour at the DMV, and I certainly wasn't going to get 7-11 coffee. I shudder to think.
The salad I bought for lunch is painfully, painfully salty.
And I continue to be incapable of doing basic arithmetic in my head today.
I am writing this off as a WTF day and shutting myself in the lab down the hall (ALONE) to work with hopefully well-behaved enzymes. Maybe some music.
Then later I am going to pretend that I exist only in cyberspace. Your good wishes for success in this matter will be appreciated.
Also, send porn. As a matter of fact, if you give me commentfic, or otherwise entertain me later by asking questions or pouncing me with a meme or making up a story about us or whatever, I will respond in kind (maybe not in high *skill*, mind you, but a rec for a rec, and an imaginary story for an imaginary story,) later when I go virtual.
[Virtual cyberspace-only existence failure: had to have that conversation with the dipshit in which he went on, at length, about whatever. Yuck, that sucked. On the upside, and in a dramatic turn of events, actually admitted he and other housemate have broken up. The fact that he's still wishywashy on *when* he's moving out is troublesome, but there you are.]
Or, rather, I discovered a flaw in my second attempt at an experimental set-up, and jokingly blamed math for it.
Math jokingly retaliated by kicking my ass in a computer dice game approximately a billion times (oh, no, really, that was mathmatically probable. Not.)
I thought we were square, you know? Insults exchanged in a good-natured manner and on your way, right?
Except today my dipshit housemate announced his reappearance in the house by starting a screaming match with my favorite housemate over plumbing that burst just after Thanksgiving. It ended with her giving notice (she may take it back) and then warning me over text messages that I was going to get pounced with a painfully awkward conversation about happiness in the house that I am dreading.
Then the ocean smacked me around on my board a little bit this morning (just a little, I still love the ocean, even when it gets me cold and wet at 7 AM).
THEN, I got stuck at the DMV forever, had to run to the nearest 7-11 for cash when their machine went down. I think my boss noticed I was late, though he's not fussed about it and may not at all.
I was upset enough about the yelling that I didn't pack my lunch or bring my own coffee. I had no *coffee* during that hour at the DMV, and I certainly wasn't going to get 7-11 coffee. I shudder to think.
The salad I bought for lunch is painfully, painfully salty.
And I continue to be incapable of doing basic arithmetic in my head today.
I am writing this off as a WTF day and shutting myself in the lab down the hall (ALONE) to work with hopefully well-behaved enzymes. Maybe some music.
Then later I am going to pretend that I exist only in cyberspace. Your good wishes for success in this matter will be appreciated.
Also, send porn. As a matter of fact, if you give me commentfic, or otherwise entertain me later by asking questions or pouncing me with a meme or making up a story about us or whatever, I will respond in kind (maybe not in high *skill*, mind you, but a rec for a rec, and an imaginary story for an imaginary story,) later when I go virtual.
[Virtual cyberspace-only existence failure: had to have that conversation with the dipshit in which he went on, at length, about whatever. Yuck, that sucked. On the upside, and in a dramatic turn of events, actually admitted he and other housemate have broken up. The fact that he's still wishywashy on *when* he's moving out is troublesome, but there you are.]