I always know.
But I do apologise to them when giving them their meds or anything else health-related. I actually hate that I can't explain why I am doing something that makes them uncomfortable.

Examples should have been provided.

Here's one: "Come on, come on! Don't stand around stupidly, people want to get into/out of the train! Get on with it or did they shit in your brain, you absolute idiot you!"

It is pretty accurate but the thing missing in the English version is the "0 line" speaker being German and none of the videos mention how serious the implication of "greeting everyone" and "having a friendly conversation" parts actually are, concerning at least verbal violence.

The choreography for that game character is better than many games nowadays.

I know but those must have been very funny animations.

Probably this.

Through the floor? That's quite an accomplishment on its own.

I really miss that bastard.
Life is so hard without her.

First time (that I know of) Dais heard a baby crying was back when we lived in Vienna. She started running towards the pram and I held her back in cade she was planning to kill it rather than just being curious.
That was also a time when she still had been very aggressive and hard to handle.

So satisfying to stop at the train station I have to get off for work but not leaving the train.
I'd rather have theatre rehearsals every day and one work day than the other way round. Would just be as exhausting but way more fun (also more friendly people to deal with, which is nice).

That sounds like fun too! Did any rockets explode?

We've programmed Pong in our IT class. Funn times and lots of shenanigans involved.

Sunday at 6am in the train and of course I'm in the same space as a couple of teenagers playing fucking awful music too fucking loud.
It's really a small miracle and an immense effort regarding my patience that I haven't murdered anyone yet.

Getting a nice chin massage. His neck is fully stretched and looong to allow full access to all the good spots (he likes chin, chest and cheek massages - the ears are a bit sensitive due to his past as a stray).

We've also had a long cuddle session beforehand.

Two pictures of Philly on my lap. In the first he's getting petted while looking forward (shot taken from his side), in the second he looks at the camera.

He sat down on the lap!

I'm so positively overwhelmed right now.

Neighbour is fucking drumming again. I've just had a 39h week compressed into 4 days and it's after midnight and way after they're legally required to be silent.

I hate, hate, hate living so close to people.

Just watched the movie a couple of days ago. This is my favourite Monty Python song.

You know you must have been truly awful patients when everyone from the head of the ward to the cleaning staff is relieved when you're discharged, with one nurse even doing a little happy dance once you've left.

A goal we should all aspire. There are enough fools here but far too few fools of a Took.

I'll gladly accept the latter part! If the feast doesn't take at least hobbit-y proportions, we're not doing it right.

I wonder whether the lab exclusively hires tall women. Being taller than me is not that difficult but most of them tower over everyone else too.

You flatter me but I'm afraid you're incorrect there. While I strive to be a good person, I am not.
Unless we're continuing the sarcasm undertones present in this whole thread, then carry on.

And you should be. Imagine my suffering today. It was horrible. And cold! Because out of the kindness of my heart I rather helped a colleague than drink the tea.

a cartoon of homer simpson standing in a hallway with two women Alt: Homer Simpson walking off indignantly only to stop and glare angrily twice.

Tea is serious business.

Finally an achievable goal... if I wasn't stuck at work until late evening.

Bored.

I'm beginning to think you guys don't take my predicament seriously.

I'm such a complete idiot. I brought my mug but forgot the tea. Now I have to use... hospital tea...
Eurgh.

I know!