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More bitching about bitchy things 2003-12-11 - 1:23 a.m. 
"I don't care what the fuck he does, just leave me out of it" - My mother, not so quietly talking to herself after I asked her about priority mail. Well I guess it's justified: I couldn't give less of a fuck about her problems or complaints at the moment. Then again, she doesn't have applications to finish.She's in a pissy mood because of the usual horseshit with Scott's brother and whatever else is mildly annoying her, that and her computer isn't working. She asked me again today--in the stage-savvy wave of tired exasperation only she can do--to look at the beast. I don't know what she did to fuck it up, but I don't care. She can find her system CD, reload all the windows information and just pray. First she's gotta find that CD--and thank fuck that it'll take her days. I'm tired. Really physically tired. The lab shit went all right today. Dr. Zivago was an unfathomably irrational asshole only once, which was after me asking a question about how to put a rat into a restraint tube. He put on a pair of gloves, said something shit in an exasperated voice and then quipped, "Y'know I'm doing this instead of writing your letter of recommendation." It was a lovely veiled threat. I told him I just wanted an answer to a question. I failed to also tell him that I wouldn't need to ask these kinds of questions if he had ever trained me. Still, he was perky and socializing with undergrads the rest of the day. I've come to learn that bringing up business with him as little as possible is best. Hell if I know, damned if I care. ---- So I'm nearly done with applications. I'm having The Captain look over my U. Penn. one, since the Stanford one will just have a few paragraphs modified. I'll be glad when this application thing is done with. I don't like bitching about it or the ridiculous people that make my life difficult, but catharsis is catharsis. Besides, happy care-free shit isn't an eigth as entertaining. That and maybe some earplugs with Dolby 5.1 surround sound. ---- In conclusion: I'm going to bed, and only a coma is coming with me. |
