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Monday, October 18, 2004

When this is all over, remind me to run screaming into the night.

Am stuck at desk at work entering data on applicants for professorships. Am fidgeting uncontrollably (due to Sudafed intake) and am slowly losing mind. Must get out. Must. Get. OUT!

Now must guess gender of person named Wiebke in order to properly address response to him/her/it. Ya know, if you've got a name of indeterminate gender and do not have a doctoral degree so as to allow people to avoid using a gender-specific title, you really should specify if you're a "him" or a "her". A simple, "to whom it may concern, I am a dude" would suffice. Maybe Wiebke is a hermaphrodite.

Meep! Gotta go. Bad, baaaad Killy blogging at work!

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