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Bad habit: when Kate's not in the room (she has enough reason to think I'm bonkers, thanks) I yell at my computer. Or talk to it, at least. Not, like, randomly -- although sometimes if it's weird I will -- but when I get a particularly bizarre email or IM or something? My first reaction will be out loud, to my computer, and then I'll censor myself when I actually reply.
(Although sometimes what I type back will be basically the same as what I said out loud. nuit, I'm looking at YOU.)
In DAKA, there's a Slice -- I think it's Slice, it could be something else -- dispenser next to the Sierra Mist one. This is all well and good, except for the fact that, under the label, where it normally says PUSH HERE or whatever, there's a small post-it note that's been cut to size that says ORANGE SODA.
On the Slice thing. Under the bright orange label which also, in fact, says ORANGE SODA.
Ah, WPI.
I have to have, uh. All of Beloved read to be caught up for class tomorrow. I have a feeling none of that's going to happen tonight (unless this headache goes away in the next, oh, five minutes, and even then it's kind of doubtful) so tomorrow morning ought to be fun.
-- speaking of fun, and American Lit, we watched That Scene in class today, and oh that's an experience I wouldn't like to repeat in the next ever.
Yeah. Ever. That seems like long enough. Maybe.
(Although sometimes what I type back will be basically the same as what I said out loud. nuit, I'm looking at YOU.)
In DAKA, there's a Slice -- I think it's Slice, it could be something else -- dispenser next to the Sierra Mist one. This is all well and good, except for the fact that, under the label, where it normally says PUSH HERE or whatever, there's a small post-it note that's been cut to size that says ORANGE SODA.
On the Slice thing. Under the bright orange label which also, in fact, says ORANGE SODA.
Ah, WPI.
I have to have, uh. All of Beloved read to be caught up for class tomorrow. I have a feeling none of that's going to happen tonight (unless this headache goes away in the next, oh, five minutes, and even then it's kind of doubtful) so tomorrow morning ought to be fun.
-- speaking of fun, and American Lit, we watched That Scene in class today, and oh that's an experience I wouldn't like to repeat in the next ever.
Yeah. Ever. That seems like long enough. Maybe.