I have some not-quite-Dear-John letters to write.
- One to my lovely city of 'Chicago', which refuses to believe that it is the middle of June and almost summer. Wake up already, I don't want it to be 55F outside right now. I'm not quitting on you yet, but you need to make your mind up about which season you're in, and stick to it.
- One to the ever elusive 'Dreamless Sleep'. Or for that matter, 'Sleep' itself. Do you hate me THAT much? What did I ever do to offend you? Other than the fact that I couldn’t put a juicy book down every now and then to heed your dark call? Do you hold grudges? Grow up, and put me back on your favor list before I.. I don't know what I can write here. Hmm... Anyways, I have had enough of confusing dreams, and the vivid realistic ones where I have become a mutant, an assassin, a student lost in a reconstructed high school horror, and the likes. Thanks, but seriously, no thanks.
- One to the ugly bag of 'Sona Masoori' sitting in my kitchen right now. When will you ever get over? You are the worst tasting bag of rice I have ever had in all my 5 years in the kitchen. You are vile, tasteless, full of dust, and so tiny I can hardly see the individual grains and decide if you are cooked or not. I hate you. Please get over soon, you 50% remnant, so I can go and buy myself another bag. All said and done, I am not heartless enough to discard your sorry ass in the trash.
Oh my God, have I become a Hater? Look at me!
While I sit here blubbering about my existence (does anyone really care about my bag of rice?!)... B is out there, a mile away, reading Oscillograms 'for future testing and knowledge purposes'. That settles it, I am officially back on the discipline wagon. I will not sit here and rot anymore, while people are doing important things with important sounding names.
Check the word out.. Oscillograms.. All the syllables, vowels and consonants. Sheesh, I don't even have a technical term right now from any of my projects that I can bandy about to convince myself, much less others, that I am important. Such are the times. I'm sure even Prancer and Nan have important sounding word associations at their internships, and are smirking as they read this. And so does DrDro who has reached the 12-component programming mark, and is working toward the 35-component run. Or was it 12-variable versus 35-variable? Anyway, both versions sound important enough.
Poor me. There, there.. Eat a pack of the yummy Pringles Baked Stix. Who said self pity is bad?
On a side note, I counted, and found that I have used the word 'important' in this entry about 6 times towards the end. Or 5 times in one, and 1 time over here while I said that I counted the number of 'important's.. Oops, there I go again, another 'important'. Maybe I should just consider it a system that loops, or rather folds into itself.
I will stop being a nuisance right about now.
6/10/09
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hehe.. tech jargon..
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