Look Not Too Closely At Your Wild Life In Cross-Section

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Due to my current work not requiring CLAN, I did not show up at the lab today, but am putting in my wonderful $20.68/ea hours at home. Theoretically, working in Word, lying and actually using OpenOffice for this (because I feel like it; deal with it); lying some more and actually reading very old blog posts and longing to comment. There probably is no afterlife, because the gods know I will be the terror of it if there were one, giving nice dead philosophers a piece of my mind. Speaking of which, I am trying to rack up the courage to place a long-distance phone call to Montreal to ask a linguistics elder god for a date this Friday. This will happen at prime telemarketing hour. Meanwhile, I eat Italian candy, courtesy of an amazing package that arrived yesterday, yes, from Italy. And wear chainmail. Well, a necklace thereof. With perfume named after Satan's succubus concubine, the Angel of Prostitutes.

Did I mention that all of this is happening to an East German disco soundtrack?

I am alive, so my gods are stronger than yours, suckers!!!