So the whole point of this thing was an outlet for my pretty random thoughts, but for some inane reason I've been putting them in order instead.
Well, except Chris Colfer is a panda says Gail Collins, that one, in retrospect was a little bizarre.
So, yeah, the point is, things often pop into my head. They're generally pointless things, but I can write them down or I can have a conversation with myself in my head. The former is generally well accepted and titled journaling or blogging. The latter tends to alarm those around you, particularly if thoughts turn out to be amusing and you laugh or otherwise have facial expressions which fit very well with the conversation in your head, but not with the actual real world around you. Then it appears to be a symptom of mental illness. Which is not to say that I'm not mentally ill, or that there is anything wrong with being mentally ill. It sucks for people with psychiatric disorders, but the rest of the people ought to step off cause it doesn't affect them.
Oh, have I mentioned that I do psychiatry research? I don't think so.
I'm actually at work now, which means writing this is definitely not what I ought to be doing. I'm giving a seminar next week and I should be preparing for that. But, um, I'm seriously awesome at procrastination. Like, I'm not gonna say I take the title, because I do know one person who is better than me. But that's it. One, and he's related, so we got some serious procrastination genetics happening.
Have I mentioned that I study genetics?
Maybe I did. And a certain level of laziness prevents me from going back and reading previous posts to determine if I did or not.
I had to get up at a ridiculously early hour to get to a class. I, am WAY beyond the age of going to class. I got my degrees, I thought that was the end of it. (Seriously, too much school, too many degrees). I hate said class. To the point where afterwards I have to decompress by whining to colleagues who don't have to take the class right now, about how annoying it is, so they, basically, end up experiencing on some level the pain I experience by having to go to it. Technically I'm auditing it, but since I'm required to show up, and required to do homework every week, it doesn't seem like audit to me. Yes, homework. I am over 30 and I have to do homework every week. I wish I could draw you a pathetic little picture of me, but I suck at drawing and I don't think I'd do very well at those MS Paint cartoons either (particularly since I have a Mac and therefore no MS Paint).
Oh, must check e-mail. Since its my work e-mail its possible that it is important, or at least of interest. These days my gmail account mostly receives things which could be sent to Spam box except for some slight tug that tells me not to, because sometime, in the future, there's a chance (or a certainty) that I will receive an e-mail from that entity that I actually need to read. Example being ATT sending hey! get another line! offer e-mail, which I would love to hit spam on, except, then I might not get the e-mails that tell me that my statement is ready and its time to pay the phone bill. That would not make me happy.
Ah, just asking what degree I have, to which I sadly, though sometimes proudly, answer both. Despite the fact that I have both and MD and a PhD, I still have yet to decide if that was a good thing and I'm all happy and smiley about it, or if it was a ridiculously stupid way to spend years of my life and really I should have done one or neither. Problem with the one thing is I have no idea which one.
Now brain is blank due to the extreme neuronal activity required to keep the seminar out of my head. They are spent. They can only do so much, and avoidance is it.
And my PhD field was neuroscience.
As much as I can no longer type because I am now figuratively curled up in a little ball of guilt, this post has been quite revealing to those mythical people who might read it. Several of those pesky facts that you wish didn't make up your life but somehow seem to do so anyway.
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