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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]

Ack. I would never have known that SPACES are harded to parse than TABS. Heck, you got some coding done. And got the satisfaction of slacking a bit. All is well.

Thanks for your detailed and oh so effective plan for revenge on Slimey D. I'm sure he will be openly weeping by the end of your Cosby Show talk, begging forgiveness for his behavior. I look forward to having him bow at my feet. More people should bow at my feet. Yes, they should.

Come up with a plan of action for that, eh?