Also, Kevin bit me

This is kind of interesting: The Periodic Table of the Internet.

I feel sick and want to go home, but my supervisor and my supervisor's supervisor are both on holidays--so who can give me leave to do so? No one. And so I remain. The title of this post refers to other reasons why I might be allowed to go home, especially if I were in elementary school.

My aspirations, such as they are.

I arrived at the university this morning, and from my position in the Tim Horton's line I could see the lush green of Quad, nearly empty, and dramatic charcoal-gray skies overhead, and I realized I wanted nothing more than to walk out into quad, lie on the grass in my dumb work outfit, and wait for it to rain on me. Then I would take off my shoes, walk home across the high-level bridge, shivering and wet, and curl up on my couch and watch the last three discs of Season 1 of Lost, all in a row. It's not like my dreams are unachievable--usually they're so small.

Instead I got my coffee and bagel and came to work and sat down in front of my computer. And in a moment I shall load Outlook Mail, and then the day will fall into place in front of me.

Pertinent Buffy quote, plus a two-sentence excuse for my absense

Willow, reading the course calendar: Ah! "Introduction to the Modern Novel. A survey study of twentieth century novelists." Open to freshmen. You might like that.
Buffy: "Introduction to the Modern Novel"? I'm guessing I'd probably have to read the modern novel.
Willow: Maybe more than one.
Buffy: I like books. I just don't want to take on too much. Do they have an introduction to the modern blurb?

Trying to be productive. Back later.