Math makes people Icky
So I have class tonight, and I called the math department to find out what room I'd be in. No, the schedule doesn't list it. The answer (after about 40 minutes on hold) is that I'll be in the upstairs janitors bathroom, but only if I can seat myself upside down from the ceiling...all the stalls are reserved. I only wish I was making that answer up. So I'm going to have to call the professor and find out from him, since the nerd on duty at the math desk is feeling triumphant.
Anyone else wish we could go back to the good old days of cold inhuman machines that didn't lie to you?
In other news, I've discovered why I always wake up with cold toes. Last night as I was drifting off the cat stuck his nose against the back of my neck, and, since it was cold, I flinched. He then proceeded to curl up behind my knees. A warm happy place I'm sure. This morning at about 5, something spooked him and he went out the end of the bed...neatly disturbing my covers in the process. Shazam! cold toes.
Anyone else wish we could go back to the good old days of cold inhuman machines that didn't lie to you?
In other news, I've discovered why I always wake up with cold toes. Last night as I was drifting off the cat stuck his nose against the back of my neck, and, since it was cold, I flinched. He then proceeded to curl up behind my knees. A warm happy place I'm sure. This morning at about 5, something spooked him and he went out the end of the bed...neatly disturbing my covers in the process. Shazam! cold toes.