Day One

It's now 10:37 AM in Bethesda, MD and I'm sitting at my workplace typing ever so diligently on my first post. Too bad I don't have an office job or I could pretend I'm hard at work. Instead, all my coworkers probably know that I'm just slacking. On the other hand, there isn't much to do when you are growing bacteria. You just have to let them be. The watched kettle never boils, according to conventional wisdom. I know from experience how annoying it is to have someone breathing down your neck. If I were to hover over my precious mutated bacteria, they may refuse to grow just to spite me. Therefore I am sitting calmly at my desk, very deliberately, very intently, killing time.

Ah time and me, we go way back. We have never gotten along. It's always liked to make things difficult for me. Time management is, as far as I'm concerned, an absolute myth. I'm just so bad at it.

So last night I watched 24, Season 3, episode...13. Great one. I just found out who the baby's father is. Naughty Jack wannabee. He's been pretty busy outside of work, apparently. Kim is of course, devastated and shocked speechless, for the umpteenth time in this season. She is starting to get on my nerves, because I realize she perpetually only has one expression on her face: the expression of stupefaction. I told Jason about it, but he stoutly defended her as at least better than Kate Warner. I think that's just his personal bias for young nubile girls. Haha.

Okay will post more later. Tata.