Sorry I've been off radar, gentle reader[s]. I'm sick. My throat is nastily infected, I'm tired all the time, I'm sleeping too much, I can't get any of my work done, and my computer must have gotten some sort of trans-species nastiness from Flux's machine. Come to think of it, maybe that's where I got it...
I'm in the fucking library, for Chist's sake. The library I say! I had a bibliography and an outline due yesterday, for this research paper I don't want to write for my poli sci class. I failed to enclose the attachment when I emailed it to the prof, and because it's the fucking library and I'm a fucking noob, I didn't even think to save it to the homeserver. So... pow! Buh-leet-ed.
And Emily's sitting 18 feet away, reading from a stack of books, and smiling and looking terribly cute. And I'm coughing and my hair's a wreck and I don't want to fucking deal with anything. I wish I could go into fucking cryosleep and wake up healthy and caught up. Where are you when I need you, Philip K. Dick?! Of course, with my luck, I'd go into whatever cryocell, and there'd be a malfunction and I'd sleep through some kind of robotic apocalypse and I'd wake up to some simulacrum asking me if I'm a "real boy." Who am I kidding? That'd be awesome!
Fuck the system, kids. Fuck it in its zeroes and its ones and its bacteria.
I'm in the fucking library, for Chist's sake. The library I say! I had a bibliography and an outline due yesterday, for this research paper I don't want to write for my poli sci class. I failed to enclose the attachment when I emailed it to the prof, and because it's the fucking library and I'm a fucking noob, I didn't even think to save it to the homeserver. So... pow! Buh-leet-ed.
And Emily's sitting 18 feet away, reading from a stack of books, and smiling and looking terribly cute. And I'm coughing and my hair's a wreck and I don't want to fucking deal with anything. I wish I could go into fucking cryosleep and wake up healthy and caught up. Where are you when I need you, Philip K. Dick?! Of course, with my luck, I'd go into whatever cryocell, and there'd be a malfunction and I'd sleep through some kind of robotic apocalypse and I'd wake up to some simulacrum asking me if I'm a "real boy." Who am I kidding? That'd be awesome!
Fuck the system, kids. Fuck it in its zeroes and its ones and its bacteria.
flux:
I AM THE POOR, OPPRESSED CHEERLEADER!