<Giggle> It’s nearly one in the morning! Huzzah for silver alarm clocks with dome-shaped bells and glow-in-the-dark hands to tell me the time whenever I look up! Sure, I could use the clock on the computer, but that would require moving the USB mouse or opening a widget, and who wants to take that much time? I don’t–I’m working on the thesis!

Aha, but you’ve found me out. I’m taking time out to type this missive to you all, aren’t I? Well I say “blah blah blooey” to that! (Heather used this phrase sometime last week and I loved it so much I swore to myself I’d use it on the page; go Heather!!) Where was I? Asides lose me so much. I find that happening on the thesis sometimes as well, especially when I have to jump over to endnotes or to one of the two appendices.

Dammit, I keep catching one of my fingers under the little keys on Buster’s keyboard. They are, essentially, little floating discs…er, squares, and at the angle at which I am seated, I am reaching forward and to an odd degree making the one hand a little skewed, a little off-kilter, if you know what I mean. Or not. All you need to know is that I’ve caught the same finger under the same key three times now while typing in the past hour. And such typing have I done!

I’m on a roll with the thesis, suddenly finding inspiration in swearing and cursing and insulting everything. I wonder sometimes if that’s one of the reason for choosing this topic: I love to swear and I love to do it ten times more when I’m in a bad mood. Ask Ian or Heather–they’ll vouch for my foul-mouth and the blue clouds festering over my head when I’m grouchy. Hell, Ian nearly dumped me after our first date because of my proponderance for the darker side of the language. I guess I was using words he’d never dream of stringing together let alone say outloud and mean it. Ah, the power of cursing. How I love it so.

So, I’m making headway and I refuse to sleep until I become incoherent with insults and slurs and curse words. Luckily, the husband is in bed (for once) and doesn’t have to put up with my colorful language. Hell, even Kitty ran off after about twenty minutes of sitting here listening to me saying things like cradingue, lourdaud, and sadouillard. Whee, I just developed a strange twitch in my neck. <Snicker> This is the fun of all-nighters, especially since I’m on a diet and can’t drink all the soda I want to keep myself awake! But I can have all the herbal tea and water I want, hahahahaha. Ah, <Wipes tears of laughter from corners of eyes> that’s funny.

So I’m going to stop posting now and get back to the -dingue and -o suffixes. Oops, there, caught my finger again. Goofy ass keyboard. I’m sure the husband will be posting about his new Microsoft keyboard soon if he hasn’t already. I haven’t been checking my sites regularly–too much thesis work to do. At any rate, my elbows hurt and I need to queue up more NIN. Toodles, you badauds! Keep watching the train wreck that is my mind unfold on the screen! Mwahahahahaha!

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