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Jan. 4th, 2011 11:36 amDear universe
Next time I do something awesome that quietly sorts problems for a bunch of people, please stop for a moment and let me take a breath. Wait for a moment before you let anyone say "Oh yeah, but what about such-and such?"
Also, next time I take notes and carefully put them in a place DO NOT MOVE THEM. Also, DO NOT LET ANYONE ELSE MOVE THEM. Not even me. My Crichton notes are not where I remember leaving them. I've searched for ten minutes and can't find them at all. I shall look again after this whinge, because today they were supposed to be written up. I have all my other notes, which is very odd. I have also lost my paprika. If my Crichton notes have run away with my paprika and they are engaged in illicit activity I won't be pleased.
I have heaps of coffee now - thank you. Also - unexpectedly - heaps of tea (though not as big heaps as the coffee). And heaps of coffee with chicory (more than the tea and less than the coffee - a medium heap, perhaps), which I'm drinking right now. If you would kindly make the water not taste of chlorine so that I could drink more plain water, then I would have plenty of fine things to drink.
Whatever you did to the partygoers worked and I got a night's sleep last night. Thank you for that. Pain levels are diminishing, which is equally nice (and very much related).
It's all about petty things today, I'm afraid. I'll thank you for the big things (good) and scold you for the big things (bad) privately.
Gillian
Next time I do something awesome that quietly sorts problems for a bunch of people, please stop for a moment and let me take a breath. Wait for a moment before you let anyone say "Oh yeah, but what about such-and such?"
Also, next time I take notes and carefully put them in a place DO NOT MOVE THEM. Also, DO NOT LET ANYONE ELSE MOVE THEM. Not even me. My Crichton notes are not where I remember leaving them. I've searched for ten minutes and can't find them at all. I shall look again after this whinge, because today they were supposed to be written up. I have all my other notes, which is very odd. I have also lost my paprika. If my Crichton notes have run away with my paprika and they are engaged in illicit activity I won't be pleased.
I have heaps of coffee now - thank you. Also - unexpectedly - heaps of tea (though not as big heaps as the coffee). And heaps of coffee with chicory (more than the tea and less than the coffee - a medium heap, perhaps), which I'm drinking right now. If you would kindly make the water not taste of chlorine so that I could drink more plain water, then I would have plenty of fine things to drink.
Whatever you did to the partygoers worked and I got a night's sleep last night. Thank you for that. Pain levels are diminishing, which is equally nice (and very much related).
It's all about petty things today, I'm afraid. I'll thank you for the big things (good) and scold you for the big things (bad) privately.
Gillian