The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Monday, May 04, 2015
When You Read This...
...I will already have left for work, some time before 0330 0300. In the morning, none of your slugabed fifteen-thirty hundred hours, oh no. It's early to rise and nothing but virtue, coffee and bloodshot eyes. Or a reasonable approximation thereof of the first and second items, and if I am very, very lucky, someone in one of the other early-at-it departments will have brought in donuts. (ETA: They did not. And the breakroom's honor system supply of cellophane-packaged bite-sized donuttage is a nasty-tasting off brand.)
Gah. If we were supposed to be active at this time of day, it wouldn't be so difficult to accomplish.
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Ego vadum perussi vestri prandium
"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."