Was Ist? (Baka Bakashi)

Unless I have it wrong, those say roughly the same thing: the fuck, Jheti?

I'm going through my papers frantically because I know I've already done an independent study that's relevant to this one, because it examines computer-mediated communication.

And I can't find it anywhere, because it's backed up on my stupid media stickdrive USB thing that got Internet AIDS from the university library back in like, APRIL, and I can't remember where I fucking put it because AAAARRRRR and not the happy piratical Jolly Roger aaarrrr, no this is the I'm going to disembowel a kitten if you don't cooperate; please, think of the kittens aaaaaarrrrrrr of PURE FRUSTRATION.

I do, however, have my old notes from the project.

And while they no longer contain the sources, because who the hell puts their references on their personal notes?

They are an intriguing example of the way in which, usually, even I can't remember what I was talking about in the hours winding up to a research bullshit jag.

No, I'm serious, there's offensive material back here. Don't read or don't whine later.

Cut and pasted from my personal computer, without editing of any kind.

( Chronic female pains! IT'S NOT A TUMOR. )

I wish I could remember what the shit I was talking about.