I think it was The Genius who said, "a foolish inconsistency is the hobgoblin of fucking pissing me off."
I sincerely enjoy having tasks dumped on me suddenly and receiving incorrect instructions and then watching them explode in my face eight months later. I sure do love how professional it makes me look. The doctor says it really helps my blood pressure, too. He wants to submit my results to the International Olympic Cobag Committee. Just jab a javelin in my circulatory system and then show me a circulation report with a deadline of two days ago. Fucking spear will land in Tibet.
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Then 30 years of decline, then death. So I choose to enjoy losing, as there is no other way out.
Yeah really.
I tell you, mdhatter, the article I read in the DC City Paper about how to live on unemployment payments is looking really frigging tempting right now.
Unemployment is great except it doesn't pay well. Just marry up and be a stay at home nothing. That is my goal.
AKA, it's called being a doctor's wife without children...
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