Tuesday, November 21, 2006
(2:40 AM) | Anonymous:
Tuesday Hatred: an occasionally excessive use of the wind instruments
I hate books in which the notes for each chapter are at the end of this chapter. Ideally, a note scheme would combine the ease of reading notes in context of footnotes with the ease of locating notes and reading a bunch of notes out of context (something I, at least, like doing) of endnotes. I hate the dustiness around my computer, which is hard to clean because it would require unplugging my computer and moving it and actually, since the vacuum is so sucky, probably moving the entire desk, too, and then putting everything back and oh the pain, the pain of it all! I hate that, as a result of having moved my computer out to another room (the better to lose at a game while drinking scotch) and then putting it back, I have inhaled a snootful of dust and am sneezing and whatnot.I hate how little work I did today, and how much money I gave out. I hate, too, having apparently lost a library book—I'm going to keep renewing it in the hope of finding it eventually, though. The strategy adduced in the preceding sentence demonstrates in nuce many bad personality traits of mine.
I'm moderately upset not have any Thanksgiving plans, because of an abrupt change in the plans of one of my peers.
