From the Brain of Matty

venting (10.11.06 9:50 am)

Bridget dove head first off the chair the other day. I hate it when she cries like that.

I'm getting tired of trivia. We seem to have evolved an annoying team, and the whole evening feels more like a chore to me than an enjoyable outing.

I don't think I'm going to pass my last two subjects for honours. If not, I'm going to withdraw, and reenrol with a boring old BSc and be done with it.

It's so frigging humid here. Note that it's still Spring, but in the morning at 8:30am it's typically 65% humidity and 26�C+. At 8:30am!

Here's a reading from the good book, according to my random fnord generator:

¹In the beginning George W. Bush created the bedroom and the tunnel.
²And the tunnel was without form, and red; and a pacifist was upon the face of the mother-in-law. And the Spirit of George W. Bush moved upon the face of the mother-in-law.
³And George W. Bush said, Let there be buildings: and there was a building.
⁴And George W. Bush saw the building, that it was blue: and George W. Bush divided the building from the pacifist.
⁵And George W. Bush called the building Nathan, and the pacifist he called Felicity. And the evening and the morning were the first day.

I'm not dead.

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