Good morning, Julia! Here I am, sitting in the office on a Saturday morning and have to write a report (bäh, I hate writing the beastly things). Thanks for posting this interesting distraction. Hope you'll find some sleep (if you're looking for it).
Good morning! Er, afternoon for you now, I suppose. I did eventually find sleep, though being awake late on a Friday night wasn't so bad. I hope the report was quick and relatively painless.
Hahaha--I totally was with you on the grandmother assumption. You were there because of your Alzheimer's research; I was there because of reading about people who nearly freeze to death and who can die suddenly if their temperatures are raised too suddenly. And even when you said "Oreo," for a minute I was prepared. . . but then there's the next line.
The thing is, it's still a sad and horrible story, even if the old person is a cat, and yet, the enormity of my mistake continues to make me giggle whenever I think about it.
Yes, exactly. I just felt a bit guilty because right before I wrote this entry, I remembered the whole moment and started laughing, only when Moss asked why and I explained he got really sad about Oreo. Which is fair. I mean, I am also sad for Oreo, but the expectations switch... it just tips me into absurdity every time I think about it. I mean, I can remember clearly wondering what kinds of boxes this girl had in her closet that were big enough for her grandmother to hide in. Maybe that should have tipped me off, huh?
I hid for "Evacuation Day"lydiajenMarch 21 2010, 02:01:20 UTC
I realized, not long after Catholic School, that Boston just HAD to come up with an excuse to make St. Patrick's Day a holiday. I didn't realize it before then b/c it was normal to have Saint's days off in Catholic School.
The reason I hid...Well lots of rowdy drunk people, and the fear of them getting into cars, often keeps me in on those sorts of holidays.
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The reason I hid...Well lots of rowdy drunk people, and the fear of them getting into cars, often keeps me in on those sorts of holidays.
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