I gave a mix Cd to my sister while we were in Bakersfield and on thisCD was Chasing Cars. She listened to it and cried. Of course, she is pregnant so burnt toast or rain could also make her cry. So, on my side I have the hot doctors of Gray's Anatomy and my weepy sister. Sounds like I'm in real manly company with this pick. And yet, I'll still comfortable in my manhood. Ha! Take that! This is all I really have to blog about except that the Giants blew a game that Hennessey started. He gave up 3 runs in five innings. Respectable for a spot start.
How can I have nothing to say? Well, my right eye feels like it is pulling the load for the two eyes, straining itself and just causing a total ruckus. At least I don't have work for four days as my "official" internship ended today and my "reseach assistantship" starts next week. Of course, they are one and the same thing, but we need not mention that on my resume. I have an internship AND a RA. Yes, RA like the sun god. I have one of those in my pocket and I show it off to friends and coworkers at parties. Usually, the scene will go something like this...I wont say anything at an intership lunch for about 45 minutes and then, when the time is right (that time generally being when some Eastern snot starts pontificating about something disgustingly Eastern like chummus) I say, "Oh yeah, well I've got the Sun God in my pocket!" and the I whip out RA. RA does what Ra does best and then I walk out of the room, head held high.
This makes me want to write absurdist literature again. So liberating. Or lyrics. Those can also be liberating. Except when your dad recycles everything you've written and refuses to send you the electronic versions. Yeah, its as if my literary past has been effectually cut off from my real self, such that it amorphously floats around just outside my non-literal grasp and then it dies. Like a walnut.
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