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There is a limit. One's brain can only process data and figures for just so many hours before one's brain gives up and goes *SPRANG*.
I think I passed that limit about two hours ago. But the *SPRANG*ing was SO thorough and SO complete, that my brain insisted, in words Gloria Gaynor never said "I will survive, so head on, my little neuron soldiers, head on!" when really what my brain was doing was heading OUT.
Whee! Geepgeepfluegeldnhoodyshmpum!
(Who's bright idea was it to schedule two talks in the same week? One for an hour, and the other for a half hour IN FRONT OF MY ENTIRE DEPARTMENT?)
(Fate, you old broad, you've my best hairy eyeball and raised eyebrow.)
I think I passed that limit about two hours ago. But the *SPRANG*ing was SO thorough and SO complete, that my brain insisted, in words Gloria Gaynor never said "I will survive, so head on, my little neuron soldiers, head on!" when really what my brain was doing was heading OUT.
Whee! Geepgeepfluegeldnhoodyshmpum!
(Who's bright idea was it to schedule two talks in the same week? One for an hour, and the other for a half hour IN FRONT OF MY ENTIRE DEPARTMENT?)
(Fate, you old broad, you've my best hairy eyeball and raised eyebrow.)
