Sep 12

I’m having one of those very special days where everything I try to turn my hand to immediately goes into “frustrating” mode. I try to pick something up, I knock over three other things. I try to type any word, I get it wrong (about five times this morning I have had to retype several documents in which I refer to my working with various different studnet requests). One of those days that brings to mind a silly little rhyme someone once told me:

God bless the happy moron
He doesn’t give a damn
I wish I was a moron
Oh christ, perhaps I am!

I can’t help but be utterly convinced that there is a truth in there somewhere. I’m not exactly the sharpest tool in the box, but if I was slightly more moron-esque I think my frustration levels would be waaaaaay down from their usual level.

And if anyone has any idea what a studnet would request, answers on a postcard please, or just stick them in the comments.

3 Responses to “One of THOSE days”

  1. FawnDoo Says:

    Comment spam! Comment spam right here on my own blog! I feel sullied, and NOT in a good way! ;-)


  2. TheWriteJerry Says:

    perhaps the comment spam read the word “studnet” and assumed you would be interested in having various bits of your, uh, blog, enlarged…

  3. FawnDoo Says:

    It’s already got the word “infinity” in the title, can it get any larger than that? :-)

    Actually I can see the studnet as being something like the internet, but with a profusion of shiny, muscled guys called “Chad”, all working out with cheesy grins on their faces….errr….almost exactly like the internet, then. :-D

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