A lot of stuff happened over the past few weeks. Some of the things were very enjoyable. Others not so much. In the end, the only reason I am posting now is that the World of Warcraft server is down and I can't get a new belt for my druid.
It really annoys me when things don't go according to plan. Which is funny (and rather hypocritical), actually, because more often than not my plans never fully unravel, but I am perfectly content with them. No, it's really more of when I have a very limited amount of time, and much of the plan depends on someone else. It's when the tension is palpable, when I know that every second counts. This is especially important when I have some stupid other thing to do that I have to work my plan around.
I'm really just complaining right now because I waited all week for some playtime. I had my weekend planned out, with time allocated for this particularly dastardly report. Identification of food pathogens. Thanks to cross-contamination and some other unknown errors, my range of hypothetical pathogens is so huge that I could probably determine their most recent common ancestor.
Also interestingly, our food samples appear to have been contaminated with various strains of salmonella, and some pneumonia-causing bacteria. Food from our canteen.
Also I'm having this problem with deciding what tense to use for another report, which is really not a report, but rather a reproduction of procedure. Has, had been, will be, is. Why couldn't I have had my consciousness manifest in a universe where all my lecturers have good grammar? Life might be too easy, maybe.
I don't think anyone is reading this. If you're reading this, send me an email saying "Ten animals I slam in a net". You'll get a prize.
And then, it was my birthday. Oh, that was a good day. It had been a long time since I felt that happy. My classmates surprised me with a couple of presents. The last time I got presents like that was when I was eight. Or seven. Maybe six. I can't even remember the last time.
Nope, server's still down.
I'll be settling for something else then. Maybe I'll get a movie, eat some chips. It will be tricky getting my family to not pester me about one thing or another. A job like this calls for finesse. Finesse being a lock, earphones, and loud music.
I am in severe need of intellectual stimulation.
-Joe