My current mouse has developed arthritis. Ever since my optical logitech contracted syphilis, there was no choice but to dig up the ol primordial (for the love of god, it has a BALL) to reclaim his throne on the table. Come to think of it, it’s hard to believe that my keyboard of over…6 years is still in pristine condition. Okay so maybe not that intemerate. Over time, you’d expect it to be grimy, blackened, and well, just gross. It is. Pretty glad it’s always stowed under the table and never seen by anyone. Kinda like one of your pathetically reprobate relative that you keep shielded away from friends.
My dear sister turned 18 on the 8th recently, and for all the greatness I profess to be, messed up the dates. The revelation that it was her birthday only hit me on the morning itself whilst my mind wandered midway through an absurd “Screwed-my-friend’s-hot-mum!” porno worthy lecture (if that doesn’t give you an idea of how prosaic that is, I dunno what will). So yes, I goofed up. Badly. On a side note, does anyone find it something of interest that I’m born on the 7th of July and my sister on the 8th of August?
I have_to_go. My lab partners have been harassing me day and night (let’s all say hello to tee han for his excellent job in jolting me out of bed) for my portion of our report of which doesn’t even exist as of yet. It’s going to be a long, arduous, coffee swigging, eye straining day ahead. On a side note, I had two mugs of extra strength caffeine shots within two hours yesterday. The caffeine god is a merciful one, I can vouch for that.