Just finished a drinking 2L of Coke and the combined sugar and caffeine rush is driving me nuts.
Why did I do this silly thing – well I was bored
I’ve got about 10 things to type up and 20 pages to photocopy to be mailed out to 7 different people.
There is about 300 pages from VicRoads on proposed changes to heavy vehicle road rules that I need to read and report on to me boss.
And I have to fight with the stupid flat video mailing boxes to fold them into a semblance of the shape required to post 4 videos.
But there is no one to talk to, no social stimulation.
I come here to post this thread because I just found myself dancing a sexy dance with the photocopier whilst the song “Get your clothes off” (I think by Nellie) played on the radio.
Leech, honey, in my freshman year of college I had my computer crash just as I’d finished nine pages of a ten-page paper. And it ate the paper in the process.
No problem, I said–I ran to the store and bought a 24-pack of Coke. Drank the whole thing as I rewrote the paper into the wee hours of the morning.
I even managed to get to bed for a little bit that night. I didn’t get any sleep, mind you–I was too busy trying not to vibrate into the 5th dimesnsion.
No, hon, it isn’t. It’s full of magical imps, mostly the kind who love to play mean tricks on you. (In the alternative, some of them just dress up like you and try to convince you they’re your best friend.)
Given my choice of alternate universes I think I would like to travel to Tencendor. Man that would be a cool place to be
p@cific@812 I used to wash my No-Doz down with Jolt cola. Man that was a buzz especially mixed with the anti-depressants I was on at the time and the alcohol I would consume once my assignments were complete. Ahhh Uni days were are you now.
Why must I endure the numbing boredom of a 9-5 drone job.
No, no, no…call me “hot” in the “Official Hot Doper” thread. :smack:
Oh, here’s a fun freak-out medication. NyQuil! Captial N, small Y, giant f***ing Q! Isn’t that a great marketing tool? Put a giant Q on the package! You can stare at it for hours! The Q is talking to me! The Q is talking to me!
I wrote a paper on Plato while doped up on NyQuil once. It ended up full of Alanis Morisette ramblings and other nonsense. My teacher was really confused.
See, at least Coke maintains your train of thought.
2:30 p.m.? Stupid international distances…it’s 1:30 a.m. here. OK, other ideas:
Get a voice-typing interface so you can do situps while you dictate memos. Do 10,000 of them.
Resort every file according to colors of the rainbow.
Clean out all the carpet lint.
Read every article in the SD archive.
Make origami.
Build a shrine to me out of office supplies.
Photocopy various body parts. Cut them into tiny pieces and make a giant puzzle of yourself. Give it to some kids for Christmas.
Decide which stereotypical Australian animals would be great in a conquering army. Debate the ethics of equipping kangaroos with lasers.
Get Patrick Stewart’s phone number. Call him. Read him various articles in the newspaper.
Call the prime minister of Portgual. Tell him your office is declaring war on his nation.
Sing showtunes. Create a spontaneous musical in your office.
Add to this list.
Hmm I’m liking the shrine idea, could put it next to FairyChatMom’s photos and really mess with the bosses head when he returns.
I know have many paper cuts from trying to fold these damn video boxes into some type of container that will be post worthy and the stubbornly remain flat cardboard.
I went to another message board with animated smillies and made a bouncing smiley from hell post - I got woozy just coding it, let alone watching them bounce.
