Hark! I hear the muted strains of Impending Doom...
Published Monday, October 18, 2004 by Sarah | E-mail this post
Heroine: [
chokes, struggling for air]
"can't...get...it...all...done...
My kingdom for a calibration curve...
[
twists around, recognizes assailant]
Et tu, QuantCo?
[
slumps over. expires]
QuantCo: [
chuckling maliciously]
You failed the Q test! Failed!
Looks like you're one too many standard
deviations from what I like to call "alive".
Muahaha!
[
end scene. exit Quantco stage left]
Read your Shakespeare you silly goat, King Richard III and Caesar.
I have faith in you, Heroine, and if all else fails, I'll help you to another horse!
Oh my goodness, Sarah--you're just as reckless a procrastinator as I am!...except that your goofing off consists of creating Shakespearean parodies of advanced chemistry, and mine is mainly pawing through Savage Love archives and kicking the computer's ass at Cruel Solitaire. My rationale? If I'm not doing my homework, I must be "taking a break" from it and thus should do something relaxing and non-intellectual. It follows, right?