Thoroughly Passive Thursday

As it turns out, I'm actually much less hostile and bitter when the world is actually out to get me. Case and point: I got less than two hours of sleep last night, and walked from Commissioner's Rd to campus today (it took about an hour and a half) and so far I haven't said a harsh word to anyone or even cursed the spitefulness of the world. The true test of this was my reaction when the fifth bus passed me while I waddled along Western Rd.--absolute ambivalence. It's really quite odd...as if the meanness has been beaten clean out of me and I'm left without enough energy to even give it a second thought.

In fact, my sleep deprivation proves to be a real pool of inspiration. It might be a cesspool of idiocy as well, but that's the duality of life that makes the world such a fascinating place. This morning Amanda came in and was talking about the weather. "The guys on the radio said there was a lot of fog and they were talking about bus delays," she states. I look away from the computer screen long enough to check and see if she's serious. Then, to avoid making a scene, I choose not to get her to explain what a "bustelay" is and assume that she's just crazy.

And then there was the interview this morning...the root of all the evil that pervades my existence today. It was fine. The ladies were nice enough. I smiled a lot and did my best to convince them that I would be well suited to the job, even though I hadn't decided yet if I really wanted to take two buses to the seedy part of town to input data for an average of five hours a week (which always means way more than that). They were very positive about everything I said, then told me that had yet to speak with a couple of other candidates and would let me know their decision by the end of next week. I would have been hurt that they didn't hire me on the spot, but there was no hiring to be done...just an unpaid position to fill.

So here I am. I should go to Rest Lit, but there is a part of me that would rather eat rat poison than listen to Zeitz talk about Britons and the stock market. Those people are horribly boring. And if you think they are bad now, you should read what they were writing about in the eighteenth century. It's enough to make a sane person go crazy. I don't know what it does to the crazy people yet though; the stats haven't come in on the effects of boredom on the already terminally insane. Check in with me in about 6 months and you'll be able to come to your own qualitative conclusions on that front.

All in all I'd best be off. Have a happy turkey day. Remember to be thankful and not gluttonous. I don't want to hear any whining about post-Thanksgiving weight gain. All my love (and never anyone else's). Convert.