I'm no Laura Lemay--

[torrain_circles]

--but you can call me the Killer of Trees.[1]

I don't think my supervisor exactly believed me when I told him how much he was asking me to print. Or possibly he didn't realize that I meant the *big* binders.

Anyway. I'm tripping over people on LJ, which is fine, and recognizing them, which is starting to seem rather odd. I know Ottawa only has four hundred people[2], but do they really all know each other?

Bored. Thinking about ordering BPAL. Thinking I should call the vet about Toby's remains[4]. Thinking about spending my lunch break going out for coffee, and how odd it is that for all the people I associate with downtown, none of them really live there. (The people I know who've got a long history of living there or within quick strolling distance of it, I don't associate with downtown. Strange.)
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[1] And if anyone except possibly oni_neko gets that one without benefit of Google, I will be stunned.[3]
[2] ObNote: With extras for the street scenes.
[3] Oh my god, those stories are still online. I remember them from... yeesh... before I had residential internet access, so before I got out of high school... back when I had a pageful of handwritten URLs on notebook paper... when I was incidentally learning HTML by saving web pages I thought were neat to a floppy disk and taking them home and opening them up to read with WordPerfect 5.1... before I had e-mail besides NCF... sweet Christ I'm getting old.
[4] The return of said remains. I mean, it's not like I've been keeping him in the fridge or anything.

Comments

[torrain.livejournal.com]

Sounds good.

[ironphoenix.livejournal.com]

'k, seeya then!