Bones! Wonderful bones! Marvellous bones!
I'm done! Finished! Measured bones until there were no more bones to measure! So, even if I had to take some time out to talk to visiting Iraqi's about what I was working on. (I was being used as a 'Look! Our collections are so good people come internationally to see them! We also welcome visitors and are very friendly. Establish connections with us!' exhibit), I managed to get back to the hotel before lunch, which meant I wasn't stuck with vending machine-lunch at the collections (Like the museum in Drumheller, the collections here are out in the styx, and inaccessible without a car). I mean, both Wednesday and Thursday my lunch was chips crisps and a chocolate bar, and a nasty nasty squishy cookie thing. Because not even the soups were vegetarian (You crazy N.Am types and your chicken broth).
Lunch was a beavertail, as if you're interested. They're like... deep fried pastry things covered in things that are usually sweet, but I quite like the garlic butter and cheese version.
Now, I'm in the hotel again, with nothing but my laptop for company, role-playing a repressed blacksmith, a new mother, and at some point, a werewolf witness. Life is good.
Anyone wants a thread, grab me :-)
Lunch was a beavertail, as if you're interested. They're like... deep fried pastry things covered in things that are usually sweet, but I quite like the garlic butter and cheese version.
Now, I'm in the hotel again, with nothing but my laptop for company, role-playing a repressed blacksmith, a new mother, and at some point, a werewolf witness. Life is good.
Anyone wants a thread, grab me :-)