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[hathycol]

I was all ready to come to LJ for a full-frontal bitchfest about how I hate fucking work and fucking customers giving me the lowest score, like, ever in the mystery shop and getting the resultant bollocking for it - you know, the nice kind where people look sad at you - and to be honest I was all ready to just burst into self-indulgent tears about how I'm broke, about why life keeps on just crapping on me in small and special ways, about how I feel sick when I think about my dissertation.

Then I came on LJ and saw that Majel Barratt-Roddenberry had died and I felt very small and very stupid for a bit.

I'm going to get on with my personal wordcount for the dissertation today and then I'm going to go home and rummage up some food.

Comments

[gothmog-dave.livejournal.com]

That made me sad, too.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

She was a grande dame, wasn't she? She had a glorious life.

(And, I am sorry your day is not going well, I really am. Hurrah for the washing machine, hurrah.)