Anyway.

The weekend was good/absolutely fucking unbelievably hot. I habituated new monkeys to the camcorder and did some baseline behavior assessments.

Been keeping up with writing and all that jazz. I'm reasonably creative most of the time. Haven't been keeping up with photography. My one functional battery pack holds a full charge for 10 minutes. That shit doesn't fly for a 3 hour shoot.

I learned that yet another acquaintance ends up being not only useless, but the aggravatingly useless sort. Double plus useless. I should have known in that one's case. Just one more to staple to the tree, I guess.

Speaking of which, one of my undergrad assistants didn't bother to show up this past thursday. No call. No email. I got only two things: jack and shit. I'm not going to say anything and leave her enough rope to hang herself. The last thing I need right now is dead weight, especially where my work is concerned. As it is, I'm edging closer to telling my advisor to not even bother writing a letter of reference for her.

And on a random note: people in apartment buildings need to learn to pick up their laundry.

Another random note: the motherfucker who now regularly stands outside of my apartment building needs to be shot. This stupid shit whistles like he's calling for a dog. "Carol", he calls, at what non-college people would consider ludicrous hours. Sometimes he does this for a minute. Sometimes 10 minutes. My only comment: does this bitch have a PHONE? Do YOU have a phone? I should think so given you both are likely frat trash. Ditch the Romeo action, put in 35 cents, and get the fuck away from my window. Christ I hate stupid people. Why doesn't the fucker ring up to her apartment by the intercom? I've been slightly tempted to buy a pump-action BB gun and go up on the roof when he does this. I think some metal to the head would teach him not to be a dumb ass.

Speaking of things that piss me off, I was enjoying my friday and really sinking my teeth into just relaxing. Then I check my phone. Messages. Messages on my phone make me squirm. I listen. 'Urgent message'. Oh fucking goody. It was my mom talking about me getting a jury summons in Long Beach. Didn't I do this shit just a few years ago? So now I have to wake up early, get some proof that I'm renting a place in Wisconsonia, mail that, AND call the clerk's office. Why the call? Apparently, voter registration created a mythic, magical version of me, full of fairy dust, that has the same last name and almost all the same letters of my first name--all except one. He's a person now! Isn't that special?

So now I have to kill the son of a bitch with a phone call.

Can't have court systems thinking they're gonna get double dipping on my ass.

Normally I inject some sort of "oh but there's a silver lining despite all this stupid shit". Well. Yes. The lab situation is back to fine. Noone is having a sudden crisis and demanding my attention (since I laughed and subsequently hung up on the last few people who actually demanded).

So, in conclusion, conclusion.

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