The kind of peak that never comes again
Items added to 'to do' list today: 18 so far
Items removed: 3 so far
That said, I have been able to set up my old computer for my mother's usage while I will be in Oxford - complete with Skype. If my mother is able to use Skype, everyone else should be able to as well. So, if you feel inclined to actually talk with me during the next two years, it's worth the free download. My username is 'sindark' of course.
As presently scheduled, I have work tomorrow, on the seventh, and on the eleventh. Other than that, Staples has not deemed me worth booking. Tomorrow, we have been told again and again, is the busiest day of the year. After that, I suppose most of us will become redundant as sales plummet and the hours in those florescent aisles become empty again. After such a stretch at eight hours or more per day, it will be a nice break, though it won't help with the task of paying for Oxford. I am looking forward very much to how the lack of work will let me see people like Kate, Meaghan, Sarah, and Sasha. It will also let me formulate my written defence to the Translink fine, sort out banking details, and pack. I am still waiting for my Oxford reading list, though it would be nice to finish The Great Fire and The Metaphysical Club before I get into it.
The NASCA report is jittering around uncomfortably on the screen in front of me: anxious to develop into a newer form but somehow lacking in the force of direction required to do so. I am hoping a massive tea infusion - since we are out of coffee - will help.
impecunious: having no money, penniless, in want of money
laconic: brief, concise, sententious, affecting a brief style of speech
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Don't be too decisive in cheering the end of your Staples career. You get distinctly restless when your days have no structure to them. Much more so than when you have something specific to wake up for and to animate your complaints afterwards.
I've always found it ironic that you - of the unknown identity - seem to have such a penetrating view into me. In a way, it's something I've always sought: someone who cares enough to work to understand. In another - under this condition of anonymity - it's a bit disturbing. Maybe that sense just comes from having just finished watching the majestic but terrifying ending of The Talented Mr. Ripley.
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