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[quesarah]

So work is generating lots of little crack monkeys who are dancing on top of my head while trying to suction my brains out of my ears. My head hurts, most people are tense, the other people are trying really hard to be chipper and inclusive, and I have far too much progesterone in my bloodstream to put up with this fucking shit.

Slimey D is at it again. Today he oozed by to whisper to me that "marketing is shooting another video in the lab. And they're set up right by your bench!" Like he's trying to wind me up, or something. I said thanks, but that's okay. I had to design primers anyway. That's all at the desk, not at the bench. He slithered off, visibly disappointed.

Baking cookies tomorrow will be Fun and Therapeutic. virginmartyr1 must entertain me with sordid (if fictional) stories about her exploits with mysassypants during college.

In other news, I looked at a draft (like, a fourth draft) of a Spike story from a month or so ago. Contrary to my opinion at that time, it does not suck the paint off a barn wall. I believe I shall clean it up and post it this weekend. La di da.

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[biogeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Let's do it. We'll set up a play date for them.

*blink*

How do we do that?

[among-the-waves.livejournal.com]

I think the server gnomes like it if I leave out printouts of data for them to chew on. Maybe I could lure them outside with that. Or maybe I could take one of the dead servers and set it outside, because there are probably still some gnomes running around inside of it.

As far as crack monkeys... I dunno. You might need some crack for that, and I don't want to see you get busted for trying to buy some crack.

[biogeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Don't need crack. I'll just print out some data, or set up some reactions, and the crack monkeys will come along to mess everything up.

They provide their own crack. No worries for me.