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Nov. 13th, 2008 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanaisemy dad sent me a gibberish email last night and then he apologized and said it was an accident, he'd been trying to send something to his work address So i wrote and said that because he doesn't have any cats, I was just thinking I should call and make sure he wasn't having a stroke or something and it was his last gasp effort to contact someone and he wrote back and said if he had owned a cat, would I have not cared if he had a stroke and so in reply to that, I said "I'm sure I've read that people with cats suffer from strokes much less often.
It's either the relaxation inherent in petting them, or just by the time the body is found, cause of death is no longer able to be determined. "
Last night I was just sitting here, obsessing over why I didn't have a crush on the boy who had a crush on me my first summer here, instead of the one who was unattainable (and ignoring all the actually logical things like that I did have a crush on him and he was only here for the summer, and he is 6 years younger than me, and really really pretty, etc.) (without fail, when I am sad and lonely, a picture of him will appear on the slideshow that makes up my screen saver, usually this one. My computer is taunting me these days.)
So, basically, I'm sitting around being morose and depressed and wondering why I'm so awful with boys. And my dad emailed. And I was like, "oh right" (Actually, it was even better than simply an email. It was a google notification, so suddenly his name appeared in the top corner of the screen and just hung there for a minute before fading away.)
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My job likes to say things like, 'Oh, email Paul about that sort of thing." And I then get to dig through contact lists, looking for anyone named Paul, and trying to see if they seem to have an appropriate job title. I'm going to try and train them out of that, at least for the next few weeks. I have no hopes this will work, and am just glad that our work phone list is done by first name.
I am feeling oddly underworked, but I have a very very strong feeling that this is just like waiting for the next wave to break over my head. I have a list of projects. It is not a short list. According to this list, in a not very distant future I should be very very busy. I should enjoy not being pressured into picking things up instantaneously, and enjoy having breaks of time between days of business--it gives me a little time for the things I learn to soak in.
It's either the relaxation inherent in petting them, or just by the time the body is found, cause of death is no longer able to be determined. "
Last night I was just sitting here, obsessing over why I didn't have a crush on the boy who had a crush on me my first summer here, instead of the one who was unattainable (and ignoring all the actually logical things like that I did have a crush on him and he was only here for the summer, and he is 6 years younger than me, and really really pretty, etc.) (without fail, when I am sad and lonely, a picture of him will appear on the slideshow that makes up my screen saver, usually this one. My computer is taunting me these days.)
So, basically, I'm sitting around being morose and depressed and wondering why I'm so awful with boys. And my dad emailed. And I was like, "oh right" (Actually, it was even better than simply an email. It was a google notification, so suddenly his name appeared in the top corner of the screen and just hung there for a minute before fading away.)
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My job likes to say things like, 'Oh, email Paul about that sort of thing." And I then get to dig through contact lists, looking for anyone named Paul, and trying to see if they seem to have an appropriate job title. I'm going to try and train them out of that, at least for the next few weeks. I have no hopes this will work, and am just glad that our work phone list is done by first name.
I am feeling oddly underworked, but I have a very very strong feeling that this is just like waiting for the next wave to break over my head. I have a list of projects. It is not a short list. According to this list, in a not very distant future I should be very very busy. I should enjoy not being pressured into picking things up instantaneously, and enjoy having breaks of time between days of business--it gives me a little time for the things I learn to soak in.
