I know I'm sometimes a bit the kid who cried hungry, but I mean it today. My stomach will not be filled. I started the evening with a nice bowl of cereal, ate some rice and stir fry, a couple of slices of homemade pizza (with homemade dough. Because I am unstoppable. I dare you to name something I cannot make), and topped off with more rice. Still, I am hungry. I don't know what else to do. Eating certainly isn't doing anything. Doctor, doctor, pull this tapeworm out of me, please.
Speaking of doctors, I don't know how this has happened either, but people around me have come to believe that puns are socially acceptable and even socially desirable. These new small group folks make puns like it's their way to salvation and at work, too, they just abound. The current RA white board features a "Know Thy Ties" guide and riffs on the three prominent styles in the division (with the bowtie as "choice of the chosen"-- my favorite word play thus far this year, though unfortunately unacknowledged by DocQuery) and this morning, we found that someone had attached a picture on it. Of Thaksin Shinawatra, the former Prime Minister of Thailand, in a necktie. The significance of the picture was lost on us for much of the day. Until, sadly, Jeremy had to explain it to us. The Prime Minister, you see, is Thai. Know. Thy. Thai. Ah heh. We were not impressed with his pun, and he was not impressed with our denseness. A disappointing work day all around.
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