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I am pondering a very serious question, and that question is: do I want coffee badly enough to put on pants in order to get it?
In favour: said coffee would be free.
Against: I hate pants.
Further in favour: it would give me another 20 minutes in which I don't have to work on my dissertation.
:D
eta: Okay, that took way longer than anticipated. I went to Second Cup, and who should be there but Wayne The Artist, this local dude who used to come into the coffee shop I worked in last summer, who is an ARTIST, OKAY (and yet, a huge hoser), and who wasted a good twenty minutes of my time blathering about how much he looooooooooves the Renaissance and how amaaaaaazing Renaissance history is, and isn't it FABULOUS that I get to study Renaissance history, and it's just SO AMAZING, wow. And of course because I've reverted to Polite Canadian mode, I kept saying, "great, but I gotta go," but then KEPT STANDING THERE instead of just leaving. GOD. What is even wrong with me?
In favour: said coffee would be free.
Against: I hate pants.
Further in favour: it would give me another 20 minutes in which I don't have to work on my dissertation.
:D
eta: Okay, that took way longer than anticipated. I went to Second Cup, and who should be there but Wayne The Artist, this local dude who used to come into the coffee shop I worked in last summer, who is an ARTIST, OKAY (and yet, a huge hoser), and who wasted a good twenty minutes of my time blathering about how much he looooooooooves the Renaissance and how amaaaaaazing Renaissance history is, and isn't it FABULOUS that I get to study Renaissance history, and it's just SO AMAZING, wow. And of course because I've reverted to Polite Canadian mode, I kept saying, "great, but I gotta go," but then KEPT STANDING THERE instead of just leaving. GOD. What is even wrong with me?

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