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"Ah, I don't know what the answer is" my father sighed sadly in my general direction as I walked in the front door after work.
"What's the question?" I asked.
"What question?"
"The one you don't know the answer to.." I replied.
"Huh?" Dad peered at me blankly.
"You said you don't know the answer. It would help to know the question. What is it?"
"Oh. The square root of 38." He replied, matter of factly.
My family is weird.
Today at work was tiring. I spent 2 hours cleaning the stationary cupboard, then sending email to everyone at work threatening to tear their arms off if they messed it up. Why is it that I go on regular cleaning rampages at work, yet when it comes to my bedroom, I can barely lift a finger? I guess I don't get paid $20 an hour ti pick my dirty underwear off the floor. If only.
Scott updated his journal about our little holiday if anyone wants go read it. *Mental Note: Get into Scott's LJ account when he isn't around and fix those shocking colours*
I need to get my nails done. I got acrylics done a few weeks ago, and they're starting to look pretty bad. My nails grow too fast.
I'm loving the new car stereo, and am being very vigilant about removing the face of it and carrying it with me when I leave the car, even at work. Paranoia ahoy.
I so need the weekend. Bring it.
"What's the question?" I asked.
"What question?"
"The one you don't know the answer to.." I replied.
"Huh?" Dad peered at me blankly.
"You said you don't know the answer. It would help to know the question. What is it?"
"Oh. The square root of 38." He replied, matter of factly.
My family is weird.
Today at work was tiring. I spent 2 hours cleaning the stationary cupboard, then sending email to everyone at work threatening to tear their arms off if they messed it up. Why is it that I go on regular cleaning rampages at work, yet when it comes to my bedroom, I can barely lift a finger? I guess I don't get paid $20 an hour ti pick my dirty underwear off the floor. If only.
Scott updated his journal about our little holiday if anyone wants go read it. *Mental Note: Get into Scott's LJ account when he isn't around and fix those shocking colours*
I need to get my nails done. I got acrylics done a few weeks ago, and they're starting to look pretty bad. My nails grow too fast.
I'm loving the new car stereo, and am being very vigilant about removing the face of it and carrying it with me when I leave the car, even at work. Paranoia ahoy.
I so need the weekend. Bring it.